Last night I texted my good friend Benjamin R. Trube, Esq., III, and mentioned that I was feeling a bit sick and going to bed early. (Don’t worry, I’m fine.) He texted me back “Feel better soon.”
He could’ve stopped there. No one would’ve blamed him for it.
But, because he is Benjamin R. Trube, Esq., IV, he went the extra mile and followed up with this:
At least you’re not a 14 year old boy forced to fight in a giant biomechanical robot for a dad who abandoned you.
And you know what?
Thank you, Benjamin R. Trube, Esq., V.