Richard--Levias

Stan was situated in his sparsely decorated office. He sat in the typical leather chair that he had become attached with over the years across the desk was his simple computer and simple pictures of his family. There was a stack of papers on his desk probably filled with endless amounts of numbers he would have to sort through. The depression had begun again not really knowing how or what had triggered it in the first place. Many times during the day he would always ponder about his bipolar disorder about whether it was some sort of higher punishment for something he had done or simply an unfortunate infliction upon an unlucky and innocent mi