I wish I could say this was the first time I’d woken up with a gun to my head, but I’d be lying. There was that failed robbery sophomore year of college in that dodgy off-campus apartment. Then there was the time a month after I started traveling in my van full-time when the cops woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me I matched the description of someone who had just robbed a convenience store. Neither time had been fun.
