I’ve ridden miles and miles on Greyhound. Once, on the way back to Austin, I met a man who had been in Huntsville Prison for twenty years.
He had left an impression on me, to such a degree, that I tried to capture as much of our conversation as possible in a non-fiction piece. Attached is the ending, only a few lines.
How would you feel if you’d missed out on the last 20 years and suddenly found yourself in the world we live in today?