I wasn’t waiting to vote this year. I want it counted now. I want to push the damn buttons, not fill out a form.
Just a bit of a problem…
The early voting place in Glenville, West Virginia is the county courthouse on Howard Street. Their hours are 8am to 4 pm on Wednesdays, the first day of early voting.
Aaaaaaaaaand sunset is 6:31:57 pm.
This is where making a plan with my guys wins out.
I’ve mentioned before how horrible it feels to be out of my grave during the day — imagine what being dead and rotted feels like if you could still feel — in addition to the fact that direct sunlight shows me looking like a corpse to anyone who sees me. It’s cool enough for gloves and coat in the mid-sixties, but it’s partly cloudy and I’m not partial to hoodies.
Carrying an open umbrella would have looked ridiculous, but I was going to draw attention showing up no matter what I did.
I do, however, have an amazing London Fog trench coat… poppy red, my favorite color. On a whim a few months ago, I considered having a bit of fun before going all in.
Kelly Jean roused me up at 2:30 in the afternoon with a midday cup of ambition (no, not coffee) before Cole and Travis met us in the garage. As we pulled up as close to the courthouse as they’d let us, as I donned my new custom “voting cap”: a poppy-red custom wool Fedora with a sombrero-wide brim and black-buckle accent.
Sorry, Agent Carter.
Collar popped and hat pulled down, I walked inside as full-on Carmen Isabela Sandiego… and voted.
We all three did. They had me back in my crypt before four.
Have you voted? It’s important, guys.
Trust me — I’m a Vampire.
Take your power seriously. Keep each other safe. Be indomitable.