I love me some Austin.
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On the way to Austin for work, I pulled off at a ubiquitous coffee stop for mental fuel. Pulling back onto the freeway, I watched as a gaggle of decked-out Harley’s pulled onto the access road. I zipped the tiny hybrid around them, floored it, and waited for the electrics to kick into gear, spinning me up the entrance ramp.
Out on the Interstate, I slipped on the cruise control, and looked down long enough to check the lecture on literary theory I was listening to. Taking a sip of a dry cappuccino from a paper cup, I listened while the professor droned on about language and its role in the interpretive process.
Moments later, the group thundered past, temporarily drowning the droning lecture.
Unmended – Brandon Jenkins