Right Turn Clyde

Robert Langellier decided to mark the end of college and the beginning of paralyzing student debt by getting a gig on a big rig. He shares his experiences in Esquire: One year of solitude on america’s highways: “There’s something metaphysical about driving alone through the night. As the world slips into darkness, you enter a free-form self that is post-sleep and incoherent. After a few hours, the parameters that separate you from the prism of night dissolve, and only an elongated tube of light sucks you along. And you begin to hallucinate.” (That’s basically what it’s like opening seventy-five news tabs.)

+ “I cried once more, a few weeks in.” With the holiday rush on the way, a look at life as a mail carrier.