Bent Highway: Chapter Twenty

Hardware

The morning sun drilled a perfect hole in the cerulean sky. I’d got up, made a couple of eggs, perfectly over easy with just the right amount of softness to the yolk, toast slathered in peanut butter, and an actual decent cup of coffee. I surprised myself with how good it was. I pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store thinking, you know this isn’t that bad a life. I got a job, they shoot me a cheque every other week, pay the bills, drink a six-pack on the weekend. It ain’t l...