i’m sorry
The road was busy, and I had been tailgated for seven miles. I know this because I had been counting. There was a line of cars in front of me. We weren’t in a hurry; it was Saturday and the to-do list was mostly done. That’s when it all began. Tailgator crossed the double yellow into oncoming traffic in order to get one car ahead of me in the line up. I slammed on the brakes and moved as far as I could to the right so that the poor fellow in the opposite lane could live to see Sunday.

this is not a photo from actual events described in this blog post.
What an idiot. Then she does it again. Double yellow, motor cycle in the oncoming lane and she pulls out right in front of him and passes one car in order to be next in line.
ook when I answer her questions. If my eyes will shine or if I’ll cry. Oprah will ask, “Ryan how did you get to be so great at, well, everything? What was your routine for writing the greatest American novel since The Catcher in the Rye?” After Oprah, it is on to David Letterman, where he’ll needle me without having read my book or enjoyed it’s brilliance. Dave will ask, “The New York Times bestseller list is pretty impressive; how do you like our subway system?”