You Can Be My Wingman


It was a cloudy October day as I drove down backcountry roads, reminiscing about a time when this drive was once quiet and peaceful. With the windows down, I could hear the sounds of nature as the trees greeted me. Reality slowly sunk in about how times have changed when I saw a long line of bright red taillights up ahead. Traffic came to an inevitable halt. I sat there waiting for what seemed like forever, pondering why so many cars were on the road. I felt as though someone were tapping me on the shoulder, trying to get my…


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