Little Writer Boy

He scratches his head furiously as he tries to understand the problem at hand. The deadline is just in a matter of a few hours. He can feel the glare coming from his beloved account manager, who is waiting for the visual and the copy to be printed out. And his art director keeps coming to him like a fly that's attracted to neon lights. Every time he wants to start writing , his face tightens up, which is why there are more crinkles on his forehead than headlines on the paper.

What can he do? Go to his esteemed leader for guidance? Figure the problem out by himself? Or doomed to fail and be looked differently among his peers.

Son-of-a-bitch!