Underground Man Part 8
The Oklahoma Incident
The Oklahoma panhandle in a blizzard is what I imagine purgatory would look like if Dante had been a trucker strung out on 5 Hour Energy and gas station hot dogs. There’s nothing but bleak darkness, freezing winds, and a two-lane road narrower than my margin of error. I’d been coasting on my confidence for too many miles, the Kratom1 buzzing warmly in my…
