Learn to love
The air in the car is almost unbearable. I can't tell if it's the weather or my own anxiety. Next to me on the back seat lies everything I own, cramped into one bag, which isn't even mine. I'm happy to get out of the home at Lexington and it is a little miracle that I'm not shipped off to a prison. When I stood in front of the judge this time, I was sure I would be behind bars for some time. In the past I was lucky and got off with community service, but this one was “different”. With some...