Chapter Five
It took half a bottle of bourbon to shut my brain up enough that I could fall asleep that night. Even so, I was awake before the sky was more than one shade lighter than night. I lay there for a while, listening to the truckers on the highway, staring at the dirty, torn fabric in the roof of the car. Dirty and torn, like the fabric of my Fate.
Eventually my bladder forced me to get up. One of the many troubles with drinking heavily before bed. The gray-blue light of the pre-dawn sky gave the world a washed-out look, like a shadow over everything.
I took a leak in the gutter that ran behind the rusty shipping containers at the back of the warehouse. Enough dirt and pine needles had collected in the drain that weeds were starting to grow. The forty-foot containers, big and ug
