this morning #1933.

this morning, after an extended pause to gather up courage, he took his foot off the brake & began inching the car into the driveway. a two-foot tall brick wall bracketed the opening on both sides. threatening scraped paint. making it so that you have to take it slow even when sober. sober he was not. a couple inches forward. hard stop. repeat. creeping. trying to gauge if he needs to straighten the wheel. figure out how much room he has on the right-hand side. probably enough? he took another long pause. long enough for his brain to say “c’mon man. let’s do this already. i need to get to bed.” he went for it. hit the gas. just when he thought that he’d made it, a violent metal scrape sliced through the morning silence.