Home > Opinion > A “yuge” narrative: my first political rally
By Kyeland Jackson —
It was moments after we witnessed an unfortunate soul’s car being towed. We found a spot along the road, risky and unsure if my vehicle would suffer the same fate. Suddenly, just as we were about to get out of the car, it appeared. Like a light out of the darkness, the clouds of worry and anticipation opened up to shine the light of a legitimate, un-tolled, parking spot. I didn’t hesitate. Strapping on the seat belt and checking the mirror, I gunned it backwards as I began a swift and devious take of the opportunity.