Daniel Harris once dreamed of being a novelist.
He worked a dull office job while writing late at night, convinced he’d be the next big thing.
But success never came. His peers got promotions, marriages, homes, recognition while he got laid off.The bitterness built quietly.
He started blaming others for his failures his boss, his family, the publishers who “didn’t get him.” When an old friend landed a book deal based on an idea Daniel once shared, he snapped.
Now he’s homeless, forgotten.