If you had told me I'd be driving again that fall,
I would have laughedIt wasn't my bad leg; the
very idea of driving put me in a cold sweat
But not long after my shower, that's what I was
doing: sliding behind the wheel, keying the
ignition, and looking over my right shoulder as I
backed down the drivewayI had taken four of the
little pink Oxycontin pills instead of the usual
two, and was gambling they'd get me to and from
the Stop