No Exit

by Taylor Adams

Don’t fear the pros, Darby. The pros know what they’re doing, and do it cleanly. Fear the amateurs.

See, when Wall Street failed, the feds stepped in and bailed them out with other people’s money. When your little mom-and-pop outfit fails, well, you have to take the bailout into your own hands. It’s the American way.

But tonight, at this rest stop, I’m something good, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me. I got to be your guardian angel, Jay. I got to fight for a good reason. And I’m going away soon, and it’ll be all on you, and you need to keep fighting.

Sometimes God puts people exactly where they need to be. Even when they don’t know it.