..............End Notes

Someone who knows more than you.

She crumpled it up in her hand and made as if to open the door and force me out at thirty-thousand feet.
Were you worried?
No, embarrassed, though. Embarrassed plenty enough to not drink for the rest of the flight.

I continually downshift and never slow down, which only makes it harder on my engine.

Everybody who knew me then thinks I’m like dead or something.
Not everyone. Not me.
Well, everyone who’s known me since thinks I’m some kind of bastard or asshole.