The chill from the window keeps me awake so I don't wreck down I-63. I told myself that this wouldn't happen, but you can't teach an old dog to think with his head instead of his gun. Instead, I have this murky cloud of reasons why this is wrong to contend with.
It all comes back to the same old argument between me and my father between me and my wife. I'm just the same junkie I've always been.
