“Get in.” Sarah nodded at the passenger seat.
When you’re a kid, it feels like freedom might be around the corner. You have to do your chores. You have to go to school. And you have to listen to your parents.
But all of these havetos feel like they’re preparing you for donthavetos.
Someday you’ll be calling the shots.
Except, almost no one gets to call the shots when they grow up.
Almost no one feels truly powerful in any meaningful way.
Getting in the car with Sarah was the only moment in my life where I felt that power.
Sarah was driving the getaway car.
And I had just robbed the last bank in America without video cameras.
The theft itself felt cowardly.
But the decision to get away with it…
…nothing else feels that good.