Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

who they were actually looking at.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” I said.

I drove two blocks, then pulled into the shadow of a closed pharmacy. My hands were clamped so tightly around the steering wheel that my knuckles were translucent. I let my head fall back against the headrest.

“Two years in prison,” I said out loud.

The thing about a moment like that is,continue reading …