“It’s an anxiety attack,” Rube said. “I get them all the time. Do you feel like you might be dying, but it’s low level and you don’t want to acknowledge that possibility because it will make you look weak and crazy and so that makes it even worse?” Mad took another shallow breath. “It does.” “That’s an anxiety attack,” he said. “Which is perfectly normal.” “Why aren’t you having one?” she asked, and he replied, “Because I’m on a lot of meds and I also took a Klonopin at the last rest stop. That’s why that narrow road on the edge of the mountain didn’t even faze me.”
