I was sixty years old the day my neighbor tried to steal the road from under my wheels. The DMV plastic was still warm in my wallet, my hands still remembering Gordon’s “pretend there’s an egg under your foot,” when a man who sold protein powder on Instagram decided my life belonged in park. He slashed, he blocked, he laughed—and I almost believed him. Almost, unti… Continues…
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