this morning #334.

this morning, the fragrance of freedom filled the air as she walked up the ramp, knowing that today would be the last day she looked up & saw that dusty relic of a sign. “#1 driving school.” apparently, although they were at the top of their profession, they weren’t able to spring for a creative team to help come up with a catchy name. no matter. they were at least reputable enough to be licensed in the state of new york, which would allow her to be reputable enough to be licensed in the state of new york. though it would take her two tries, by memorial day, she would finally be able to take her honda on the road & get out of the city. she would finally get some fresh air.