“No, d**k. I’m still looking for beer.”
“f**k off with calling me ‘Dick.’ So you really think that going to an underground punk gig in Dubai is a good idea and going to help us cross back?”
“How bad could it be? Plus, what else are we doing? A punk gig seems as good a place as any to find our way back. Worst case, we see something we otherwise wouldn’t and carry on our search for a way home. Besides, you know how this works: if we’re left behind from a crossing, it means that something or someone needs our attention. But I have to tell you, there has to be another beer in the city that wants my love.”
Beyond the spill of the city lights, an indigo sky stretched above us, sprinkled with stars brighter than I had ever seen. Dubai. We were in the Middle East looking for beer, a punk gig, t
