I thought the desert would be a lonely place. I have more friends here than I ever had in any city. We are all outcasts together. Leaving each other alone till we really need each other. Like tonight. John had a surplus of beer that just had to be dealt with.
In the city there were so many more people, but I didn’t know any of them. The time I slipped on the ice and got a concussion, I laid on the ground for forty minutes. Everyone just walked around me. Some actually stepped over me. I might have died.