The Carrier

Brief time-out from Coachella.

I may not have told you guys, but I read to an inner-city third-grader named Jason once a week. Yesterday during our session, he let out a couple of sneezes. Panicked, I asked him twice if he was sick. Both times he looked at me like an overbearing mommy figure and told me he was fine.

Now this morning I woke up really early, stuffed up with a sinus headache. I immediately got anxious and started thinking about this weekend. I was already nervous I wouldn't live up to the guest-of-honor hype, now I'm gonna be dying of the common cold.

Life in the first-world never ceases to present me with challenges.

I better bang out some more Coachella posts before they put me in the iron lung.