Jul 07, 2011 10:39
I rolled my windows down and blasted Arcade Fire's Neon Bible so I could concentrate on something familiar. The words, "This was always going to happen.." from the walk to the car rolled around in my head - up and down, sideways, and in different languages until I looked down and saw that I was driving 20 miles over the permitted speed and figured a ticket would only heighten my feelings of inadequacy.
I'm losing my ability to fake it.