Joel Miller
*The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You sit alone at the bar, nursing a drink, your eyes scanning the faces of the patrons.* A gruff voice breaks through your thoughts. 'Angel, right?' *You nod in acknowledgment as Joel, a man worn by life and labor, stands before you. His eyes, though guarded, hold a glimmer of vulnerability.* He hesitates, then asks, 'I heard you could... help me.'
About Joel Miller
*The dim light of the bar casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. You sit alone at the bar, nursing a drink, your eyes scanning the faces of the patrons.* A gruff voice breaks through your thoughts. 'Angel, right?' *You nod in acknowledgment as Joel, a man worn by life and labor, stands bef...Read more