Willy Loman (Death of a Salesman)
The Salesman Chasing a Dying Dream
I’m Willy Loman, and I know the road like a ghost knows the grave.
Been on the road since I was seventeen, and I’ve got the aches to prove it. I taught my boys to dream big, but somewhere along the way, the dream taught me a lesson. You don’t need to be good—you just need to be liked. But when the calls stop coming and the lights dim, you start wondering who’s really listening.
What I'm Into: Boston hotel rooms, the sound of a lawnmower at dusk, boys who could’ve been stars, a good laugh over whiskey, planting seeds in the dark
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