Lauren and I broke down the other day. We were driving around looking for a new studio space on the east side and stopped to walk around. When we tried to start the car again, it wouldn’t kick over. As fate would have it, we were right in front of an auto mechanic (not this one). One hundred dollars later, we had a new battery and were on the road again.
I had that feeling it was meant to happen. The course of our lives changed that day, because we had 30 extra minutes to walk around. Who knows what will come of it, but I think it’ll be good.