by John Ellis
Waking up the next morning, I felt much better. Remembering my phone call with my brother the day before, I cringed in embarrassment. “Whelp,” I ruefully thought, “that’s going to stoke everyone’s desire to see me converted.”
With every intention of disappointing those who would take that phone call as a sign that I would soon be converted, I got in my car and drove to Pensacola.
Since I had “accidently” cut my trip short, I still had over a thousand bucks to blow. From a human standpoint, the smart thing would’ve been to take that money, move to Atlanta, and restart my acting career. Thankfully, I didn’t do the smart thing.