Daily writing prompt

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

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I recognized the house across the way and turned, and looked, and there it was. Looming out of the suburban sprawl, the castle.

“That’s it!” I shouted.

“What?!” Jacob yelled, dropping his phone and sitting bolt upright.

“My alma-mater!”

“Oh,” he said, looking slightly miffed, settling back down and picking up his phone, “your rehab.”

I watched it carefully as one can while driving, and then it was in the rear-view mirror, and then it was gone. I felt a strange pang. Felt the urge to go back and leave a pack of cigs in the yard. It’d have to be Jacob’s cigs, as I’d quit, though, and that wouldn’t go over well.