this morning #1530.
this morning, as the family & i came out of hiding, i was feeling like a new man. hot damn. i’d won. it wasn’t like our troubles were behind us yet but i’d won. of all the ways that last night’s meeting could’ve gone, i couldn’t have asked for a better outcome. i mean, they could’ve just killed me & called it a day. they’d already tried once. now the rest is in my attorney’s hands. he’ll figure out the safest way to break the news to them that i’m done. they’ll have to find some other shmuck to run their guns. i looked in the rearview at the kids asleep in the backseat. grandma slept next to them. the wife sat shotgun, watching the wilderness out the window. she reached over. flipped on the radio. patted my knee to tom petty.