he looks back out at the road as the jeep hugs the curves a little too tight and fast for my nerves . he took a pull of his beer . we had each other though , he says . he was spinning so fast that a funnel cloud of dust had risen up around him . maybe he was waiting for me to remove my hand , something i was in no hurry to do . sometimes things crashed around you , and they kept on crashing for years to come . 