The Rich American Challenge

The other night my friend and co-writer of this blog, Garrett, sent me a text: What are you doing?

Me: Working my life away.
Garrett: You better stop that.
Me: Can't...need the money.
Garrett: Sell all your possessions and follow me.
Me: You first.
Garrett: Oh man you got me.

God, the Sufferer.

Even now, months after, I can still see the deer's body: back legs broken, side stripped of fur, of skin, crawling to get off the road. Alive.