October 10, 2004
"Five Minutes," she promised. She is chronically late. It runs in her family. This was the third time she had promised five minutes. She couldn't get out of the computer, couldn't turn the job loose. I used to be that way. Part of me still is, but I know I can't. I have been convinced that I cannot. I have been convinced in the way a tornado convinces you that you can't hide in a house trailer. I have been convinced in the way a deer can convince you that you are never safe on a motorcycle. I am convinced.