If you’ve encountered me enough, you’ll realize I’m not a city person. I’m not fond of most highways, particularly ones in Dallas with crazy drivers. Or city parking, clubs, or night life. If you’re in a JJ Abrams-esque party in a loft appartment, in a city, and wonder, ‘Where’s Evan?’ He’s not here, he hates city driving.
Today, I must face the city-est of city driving because I have no other choice.
Pray for me.