FRIEND OF THE FEARLESS
Lying down, I find no relief. My joints scream, “FUCK,” and I can’t sit up. “How many Tylenol have I taken?” My sore stomach says too many. I’m freezing, and the shivers of “breakbone fever” are shattering my thoughts into hallucinations. How else can I explain this uncontrollable thirst in this dry river bed? Suddenly, my body is imbricated in boulders. I crawl up to a two-liter bottle of Doctor Pepper, which is my only drink. "You’re in a shitty airport hotel. That dry river bed is just a bad dream,” I
