Right and Wrong

The billboard flashed by from the side of the road as I struggled with the glare of a dusty summer and using leftover diaper wipes on the inside windshield of a top-down aging convertible.

CHIEFS.

There is a guy I pass sometimes while jogging in my neighborhood with silver on his temples. He runs wind sprints up this hill in a way that makes me wonder if he didn't used to play.

CHIEFS.

He waves at me as I shorten my strides to get up the hill without walking. He's nice.

CHIEFS.

I've never played...