There may be another road-trip. Daddy says it, and I am ready. And even though road-tripping sometimes gives me the long panting tongue, I know this: there is always a lot to smell.

And while I’m never quite sure where its taking me, or who I will find when I get there, or who I will have to leave to come back, I will stand and face the goddamned road I’m on, and I will go the direction I’m in.