Crash & Burn Stories - Day 1
Blog Post from Aug 16th 2017
“I stared out the basement window of my 1940s American bungalow. I watched the cool June morning give way to daylight. My wife and six-month-old son were sleeping, comfortably tangled up in a mess of sheets and covers on our queen-sized bed. I felt propelled with the approval of fate. I kissed the foreheads of my wife and sleeping child and walked away, knowing that my every step was exactly where I needed to be. ”
