| I’d like to introduce you to Jake. He’s a 5th generation farmer from the Oklahoma panhandle, and he could use some help. I know, you probably don’t have much in common with a farmer. You’ve never stood in the shadow of a failing dream, never felt like you’ve let your family down. Never compromised your health, never taken the edge off until one more became one too many. Never cursed the retreating years, never seen a stranger staring back at you in the mirror. I’m going to hook you up with him anyway on October 3rd. You’re going to slide into the passenger seat of his F-150 with the sticky clutch, watch him chase his last Oxy with bourbon, and careen with him toward the ancient burial elm by the dry creek bed as he tries to kill himself. I’m hoping maybe you’ll be able to talk him out of it. |
