Chapter 29

• HARRISON
• If headaches could really split heads, mine would be spattered on the floor in five different pieces right now.
• The day is finally over, and while I’m happy with our set-up, I think I might have over-extended myself. Now I see why Roscoe acts like he bears the weight of the world on his shoulders. Or maybe he’s just really an awesome people person. I’ve had to smile so much today, shake hands, and wear a leader’s persona, even though my heart often pounded too fast and my legs vibrated like boiling jelly under the table.