The Ticket
Sunday, November 16th, 2008February 22, 1994. Mesa, Arizona.
I’m running late.
I hate to be late. I’d rather be everywhere early. Except for maybe a dentist appointment. But other than that, just get me there early so I can stand in line and wait and relax knowing that at least I’m not late.
But this day I’m late. I left the driveway […]