Michael Sean Erickson

Have you ever driven down a long and windy road; eyes half shut after dark; window cranked open just to keep you awake; and noticed afterward that the many hours of night travel seemed to go by as if no more than a few minutes? Don't you realize that you're stealing those hours, turning them into minutes, and pretending that those awful things you did in the cheap motels along the side of the road were just figments of your imagination? Oh, you don't realize that. Well, you will; perhaps not today, perhaps not this year; but someday, when you round the bend you'll realize as much as our hero that there is a price to be paid for stealing time.