This is dangerous. It’s dangerous the way drugs are dangerous, because it feels too good. It feels warm and right, soothing, like there’s a deeply tangled piece of me coming untwisted in this moment. It feels like the world outside my Bronco has stopped so that we can be here, together, warm and safe. But getting drunk feels good. Cocaine feels good. Heroin feels good, and everyone knows those are dangerous. I ignore the danger and don’t move.