"FOLLOW THAT CAB!"
I was playing 2 Truths & A Lie with some coworkers. One of my truths (that everyone was convinced was a lie) is about how I'd once jumped into a cab and yelled that classic line that appears in just about every movie genre. It was from a time when I had long, shaggy hair tucked under a tattered cap. The cab driver, realizing it was an #opportunity to live out his car-chase dreams, broke quite a few traffic laws that night. I won't get into the specifics of that story. You can pretty much pick any movie and the elements behind that scene were the same make up of my own true story, (including a classic scene where we were driving over a bridge, lost the other cab for some moments, and then when we spotted them again, we had to pull across 3 lanes to make a turn just in time...) But this story is not the purpose of the post. Or rather, one story is not the point. The point is ALL. The. Stories. I don't see life as discreete experiences. They're all parts of a larger st