Nebraska, 2025

…you know me, Matt… You know I’ve never been like you. I’m not a coward but I’m not very brave. I want to do the right thing. I try. But my hand and feet don’t always listen to me. I know you don’t hold it against me. I know you’ve never expected anyone to take the risks you do. And I know you hated that being your best friend put me in harms way. But when you were around, it was different. The fear wasn’t so real. I was still freaked whenever anything happened…my nerves were a car wreck…but even as I was sweating bullets, somehow I knew I was safe. Because of you. And I know that’s insane, you can’t protect everyone…not even the people you love. But maybe I let myself believe the lie a bit, anyway. Just to be close to it.

The Ultimate Irish Exit 🚗💨

Let’s be honest: your social battery doesn't always have the same stamina as your aunt's storytelling. There is no greater peace of mind than knowing you are the captain of your own getaway ship. Bringing your own car to a family gathering isn't just about transportation—it’s a self-care boundary. When the conversation turns to politics or the third round of "when are you getting married" starts, you’ve got your keys in your pocket and a clear path to the driveway. A thumbs up from the driver's seat is the only closure you need. Stay sovereign, friends.