I have to write these by 9 a.m. Friday mornings, and I usually try to get at least one paragraph down before 6 a.m. It’s now 6:10 a.m. I’m late!
Editor’s note: Wes is one of the few writers I’ve ever known (excluding myself) who honors a deadline. Don’t tell him that because he could stop, and I’d have nothing to edit Friday mornings.
Speaking of being late, I used to be a cab driver. I still have nightmares about that. I have more nightmares about cab driving than about any other period of my life, and that includes the four years I was homeless.
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