Yesterday morning, we woke to the news that dozens of concertgoers had been killed by an evil man with hatred in his heart. I went to a concert this past weekend. I went to two in the last week. Plus a comedy show. I left my house with plans for what I’d do after each show, the next day, the next week, the next year. I came home. I went to work. I came home sick. But I got to keep living. 59 people in Las Vegas who went to a concert with plans for after the show didn’t live to see them come to fruition.
Undercover Barner: Wear Your Jacket
