Hands Down

by Mariana Zapata

I stopped at a big gas station with a beaver logo on the way out of Houston.

Buc-eee’s!!

I thought he was pretty great too, but that didn’t mean I was going to sit back and blow smoke up his butt so he could float around longer or make him think that quitting was okay. And if you wanted something, you didn’t quit when you came up to a hurdle, not if it really meant something to you. You pushed it over and jumped over it.