My momentary shock upon finding out that my room was a camper trailer in the backyard, quickly turned into relief that I would be occupying a completely different living space than the stains and the cocaine.
“April 5, 2012, 9:27 a.m. I was putting the pedal to the metal down old I-75 trying to get to work so the Slave Driver at the University wouldn’t try and fire me again and God said, ‘SLOW DOWN, BOB.’ Sure enough, there was a copper just waiting by the side of the road to pull me over."
You know when you hear Rush Limbaugh on the radio, and you're like, "Who LISTENS to this guy?" I'm here to tell you that my father is a brilliant man who forces me to listen to conservative talk radio.
I had always imagined that if one of my parents' health was failing, it would be such a long, drawn-out process that I would have time to get home to them, to say goodbye. But my dad had died and I hadn't even seen him in four months.