Road Blog

“I am feeling un,” I said as I turned around to speak to the graying man beside me. “Un-desireable, un-prepared, un-disciplined, un-qualified, un.”
“Unprepared for what?” he replied with a snide little smile. As if everything else were obvious, but he couldn’t quite figure that one out.
“Well, for life, I guess. What else is there?” He just nodded and turned away as if I had explained the whole meaning of my life to him. Maybe I had. I sat back on my tattered bar stool and took another sip of my amber draft. What was it that was making me feel so un?