Trunk and Disorderly

I made Brandi take this photo of me at the auto show because I think it's funny to see large men in tiny spaces. On the other hand, I've always been more of a claustrophile. On car trips as a kid--my mom, my sister and I used to drive ten hours from Cleveland to central Illinois--I used to wedge myself in the footwells of the back seat.

Growing up was bittersweet. On the one hand, I could fight back when my sister wouldn't stick to her side of the car. On the other, I lost the soothing vibration of the driveshaft, mere centimeters from my face.