I’d spent a late night at some shit bar celebrating my first day of work in a while and now it was 6 a.m. again, and I was going back. I was late/sick/tired beyond my abilities to describe. I was speeding (75 in a 55) and I was being pulled over.

By the time I thanked the officer, twenty minutes had passed.

Angrily, I turned the truck around and headed home for bed, and later another job. Into a tomorrow, where I’d worry about all of it later.