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Sunday night...
I buried the Mexican just after sundown. I can't say much about the sort of man he was in life, but I can say he was a strong man in death.
The Moon has led my way and I'm on my way across the desert into Mexico of all places. What did they say, hide in plain sight? There I'm going to be. Probably already passed the border, and once I'm across the border I'll find a small town to buy gasoline enough so I can reach South America.
I've played the events of yesterday over and over in my head as I've driven. It still makes no sense to me at all. They say shit happens, we'll sometimes it does, and I tell myself that's exactly what happened here. Some shit decided to happen and I just happened to be there.
It was early. I had nothing better to do so I took a walk downtown just to take a look at the buildings. Thinking, as I walked, how just a few short years ago I had spent almost all of my time down there. Chasing a high. Drunk or both...
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