Muscle Memory, Addiction, and the Allure of the Lonely Blacktop
Gio was in town for what he kept calling my “bachelor party,” and what I continuously revised to a “friend’s weekend.” I was thirty-nine, engaged for the second time, and…
Gio was in town for what he kept calling my “bachelor party,” and what I continuously revised to a “friend’s weekend.” I was thirty-nine, engaged for the second time, and…