When I was in the hospital recovering from my hemorrhagic stroke, I was informed by a doctor that I’m not allowed to drive an automobile again, mostly for fear of a sudden reoccurrence while I’m behind the wheel, leading to my death and, possibly, the vehicular manslaughter of others.
As one could easily presume, it has limited much of my life in this big league city. For longer trips across town, be it for various doctor appointments, some food reviews or even trips to the record store, I usually have to wait on people to make a sliver of time for me, which, sadly, is becoming rarer and rarer as the days drag on.