We need to make like eggs and scramble.
In November of 2017, I drove five hours on a whim to Santa Cruz to see a concert the same night.
On the way back, in the full dark surrounding the I-5 in the second lane with no one else sharing the road but me and the hazard markers blinking off the shine of my headlights, I had a panic attack so bad that all I could think for three and a…
