Welcome to Fair Warning
Round about my fiftieth birthday I decided it was time to get out of West Texas for a while and tour the country like I’d always planned. Maybe I’d see some sights. Maybe find some young men to screw. Maybe I’d just drive.
Three days in, I was on a back road in Arizona. The sign up ahead said “Fair Warning, Population: 1.” I did a double take. Population…one? And it got a sign?
For this part of the country, maybe population one was worth mentioning. It was the deep desert after all, and for the most part, there was population zero. But where was this damn place? All I saw was an occasional saguaro and endless, dadgum blinding sand, threatening to overrun the road.
Over the next rise, I saw something. Too small to be a house. In fact, too small to be a car. When
