I have two choices: keep straight for the base or get into the right lane and drive far away. If I choose the latter, I will be AWOL—absent without leave.

Honestly, I couldn’t care less.

Hours ago, a superior came to my dorm room uninvited and unannounced. I saw him through the peephole. He knocked three times, each knock with a condescending cadence. If I didn’t answer, there would be trouble at work. I opened the door and found trouble anyway.

Damned either way.

He must pay.

If I run, he won’t.

I keep straight for the base.