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When I arrived home, Conor texted me that his crew had captured a fugitive and were taking him to lockup. He would meet me at the rehearsal.
I really could have used his company but settled for taking Diana for a run and listening to an old Pink Trinkets album. Their intense punk musical style, combined with progressive, snarky lyrics, always put me in a better mood.
By the time I got back to the house, showered, and dressed, it was time to head to the rehearsal. The drive up the Piestewa Freeway was a rush-hour slog. Cranking up the tunes only eased my frustration a little. I reminded myself to take several deep breaths, but with the day’s events replaying through my mind, it was impossible to relax.
After exiting onto Greenway Road, I turned down the winding driveway at Dragon Tre
