I Lost Control a Long Time Ago
















I know tax season hit the Ohio Valley the same way I know a storm’s coming. You don’t need a forecast. You just look at the roads. Suddenly every other car has a temporary tag flapping like a white flag of bad decisions. Brand new purchase, allegedly. Except
I drive for a living. All day. Hours of it. Tight turns, bad roads, people who think a blinker is a personality trait. And somehow… it’s fine. I’m calm. Focused. Professional. Like I’m getting paid to babysit chaos. Then I clock out. And suddenly every absolute clown
I don’t do holidays halfway. Either it’s chaos, burned food, and someone arguing about nothing… or it actually lands. This one landed. Easter showed up, and for once nobody tried to ruin it with drama or undercooked nonsense. Just me, my wife, my mother-in-law, and the dogs running