minutes late. you remove your pack, which always feels so good. you take out your water bottle, lighter, cigarettes, journal, and a pen.
after a long drink of water and with your back up against a stop sign, you sit down in the dirt and light a cigarette. cigarettes don’t taste or feel as good to you in the heat, but it still feels fine because of the length of time that has passed since your last one. you open your journal and begin to write.
you are done. no money.
soon, a group of hikers that you passed earlier will pass you, and keep on heading north after a brief conversation. later, 