Kinder Words

I woke up this morning to find out that my car had been stolen. After some unneeded running around and other mishaps, that’s the bottom line. He was a 1997 Nissan Sentra, and I had taken him from literally coast to coast, through a dozen states, to and from Boston, New York, DC, Philly and North Carolina countless times for protests, concerts, visits and most recently he carried Travis and I out here to the left coast. He had become kind of like my watch that I got my senior year of high school, a symbol full of memories that I carried with me anywhere I went. I’ll miss him. A lot.



justinª