25. The Voicemail
The afternoon it all began to come crashing down
The afternoon sun never shone brighter. In broad daylight, in downtown Hanover, New Hampshire, I danced my way down Allen Street back to my truck. Opinions be damned. Shame be damned too. I was free. I was actually free and had a chance to live my life in that incredible reality.
Taking full gulps of fresh air as I blasted the Dixie Chicks out my window,…