Back in my apartment, the television blurring me into unconsciousness, I feel the weight of the past couple of days. Somewhere between an old A-team rerun, and the late shows, I doze off. When I wake I see the blinking light from my cell phone. Got a message. Must be from the boss.
I stretch out and slowly hit the buttons to receive my marching orders, but instead the calls from my new friend.
“Hi Jackson, its Sparrow. We are playing tonight in D.C. If you can make it, you’re on the guest list.”
End of message. D.C. is a six hour ride. I look at my watch. Its only 8am. I can make it easily. Why not?
Shower, some grits and eggs, and I’m pulling the Honda out of the alley beside the house. It coughs a little protest before I peel out and head out to the highway. Sparrow Sprite and DC.
A newfound patriotism blooms up in me.