THE STANDARD By Peter Theuri | February 3rd 2021 at 20:27:01 GMT +0300 I called Uncle Harold an irredeemable psychopath and he was deeply upset with me. He was angry not because I had insinuated that he is unemotional like a rock but because, well, the man can’t cycle to save his life. “So why would you call me a cycle path?” he texted on a vintage phone that has survived tribal clashes, two referendums, a Trump presidency and even Sue’s infamous temper. But I am not taking my words back. He is a sadist, Harold. When people around him suffer, he makes a fortune. And January, the month many people believe should be a year in itself, gives Harold the best returns.