Shield
A Prodigal Son Glimpses Salvation On the Road to L.A.
“First order of business on any long drive is to find yourself a shield,” I say to no one in particular as I rev up my car. I can still hear my latest, soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend screaming in the background, but whether it’s at me or about me, or just residual echoes in my head, I can’t be sure.
My heart is pounding, so I take a breath and look around. I’ve done a pretty good job considering the circumstances. There’s food and soda in grocery bags …
