Passing through Christmas, Michigan, I nearly missed the tall, thin man standing on the berm of the two-lane state highway.
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Passing through Christmas, Michigan, I nearly missed the tall, thin man standing on the berm of the two-lane state highway.
Father motions her behind the steering wheel. We’re on the field he graded with a landing strip in mind, so where’s the harm?
I was resigned to the misery until the epiphany. It came while heading to Canada, and my Road to Damascus was the New Jersey Turnpike.
That dang pickup is still there, has been since I left work. Lane-changing when I lane-change, that’s how I know he’s tailing me.
I saw a couple heatedly arguing at the edge of the road in front of a tucked-away apartment complex, and then he pushed her into the road and moved back towards her.
I waved, said “Sorry,” smiled out the window, and that’s when I noticed the words he was screaming.
I drive the coast road through my childhood and teenage years. When I reach the spot where I’m the one who makes the decisions, I pull over for a moment.
I'm giving this girl a ride back to college and on the New Jersey Turnpike she says, "Try? THC laced with acid." In my crowd, the studiers, we just smoke grass. Here is my chance to be cool.
I’m alone when he vrooms past me with taillights bright as Christmas. Don’t go. Drive a while with me on this lonely road and let me imagine your fabulous life.