Jefferson and cars...bad combination. He was to head back to Tucson today but last evening he ended up with serious damage to his back bumper...his own fault, this morning saying, "I'm an idiot", "Jesse told me I should never drive again after the last thing."
When he called, "Zane I can't even tell you this..."
And the starts and stops came, the voice lingering, phrases of sorts.
The only question, "Are you okay?"
A quick response of, "Yeah, but I can't believe...I can't, I mean...HOT (translation, 'all bad')...."
Brief explanation then followed.
Anger? No.
Disappointment? Yes/No.
Being 19? Yes.
And life goes on. Just smile.