from here to there and back again

i rode in the back seat as our rental car hurtled toward the Golden Gate bridge, a copy of Ultramarathon Man open in my lap. i was a couple months from closing out my twenties; this had to be in response to facing the death of my youth.

um, what exactly am i doing here?

Dean’s shoes from Badwater.

i couldn’t help feeling like this was all going to be a big mistake.