Driving was not my forte and I only went places where I absolutely had to go when I was behind the wheel. I had this great propensity for getting lost so I had my map next to me on the seat. The funny thing was that I didn’t know how to read the motherfucker so I could have left the shit at home and it would not have made a damn bit of difference.The directions said to take Interstate 20 towards Conyers and to the best of my knowledge I was going in the right direction. Despite the uncertainty that awaited me, I was feeling good. I had the music cranked up and was not paying attention to the road that I was traveling on until I looked at the clock. I had been traveling for about forty-five minutes and I realized something was very wrong. I was in the country true enough but according to my calculations, I should have been seeing some of the landmarks that Norman had given me in his directions. I pulled out my cell phone and called Norman to tell him that I was lost.“Where are you?”“I don’t even know.
