Road Trip!

If you want to escape conflict, you have to avoid humans. Or die.

You've heard of road rage. I have road ennui.

The world was not the friendly place I had imagined.

I come back here every chance I get when I'm in San Diego. It feels like home.

I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Just the act of dialing calmed my nerves.

There is nothing like being stuck in a nursing home for two weeks to make you think.

I could feel my need to be the Good Patient kick in. Please the doctor, please the doctor.

How do you reconcile the desire for happiness, creativity, and fulfillment with the need for money?

I wanted to hit myself on the head, over and over. Why did this keep happening?

"Do you have some pliers?" the woman shouted through the closed window. I wasn't about to open it to a stranger.