
We’d arrived at the age of irrelevance, the lot of us – except for Daphne, who was not yet 30 – so it was important to acknowledge we were still alive, among the living.

We have it all. Cotton candy skies and quarterly monster truck rallies. Datil peppers, stuffed alligators, and a t-shirt for every beach.

…back then everyone knew that what happened on the Space Coast stayed on the Space Coast. I wonder, though, what happened if you actually lived here? Does what happened just stay there forever?

We mattered to one another. We both understood the sublime madness of Disney obsession…

All things in the desert become the desert in the end, and Manuel didn’t feel anything for the mutt. Just meat for the flies.