Every time I hear a car drive up to the house, it’s like a pistol’s been fired. I’m in a race to see who beats whom. Will they get to the door before I can reach my pants?
I haven’t lost yet, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m focused on one thing: do my underwear coordinate with my shirt? If so, and if I ever come in second place, I may be able to play it off like I meant it.
