My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

The shop would open in the morning with its lights on and its bay doors rolling up and its tools organized in their racks, and it would be, functionally, a body without circulation. They could not order a single bolt on credit without running directly into my name.

They had locked me out of the garage.

They had locked themselves in with their own assumptions.continue reading …