The Man You Won’t Confess You Are

Back when I drove garbage...I sat in my truck at 4:12 AM on a Tuesday. Engine running. Heater on my knuckles. Route on the tablet. January dark. Streetlights turning everything orange. Rest of the world...hadn’t woken up.

My wife asked me something. Night before. Simple question. Where did the money from the side job go? I told her something that wasn’t …