9 years ago
I Am Not Well
When the cop pulled me over in Atlanta three years ago I was in between states. I was coming from “home”, where my parents live, to my “home” in Atlanta where I would temporarily live for five years. I knew my way to seven places, all inside the perimeter as locals say. I was tired and driving my mother’s car because my trustworthy Jetta was cheating on me with a busted gasket. I’d left it at “home” to ail. The car wasn’t mine. The plates were out of state and I was lost.
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