Glen and I were playing nine-ball and the umpteenth pitcher of the house cheapest was on it’s very last sudsy leg. There’s a torrent of racist jokes from someone at a booth. Just as I’m sighting up a shot in
11 "Funny," Canfield says, "in the stories back home the woman drives all crazy-like so they crash because the kidnapper don't wear a seatbelt, and she knows it. But you can't really crash in the desert. Nothin' to crash into. Plus, you need the ve-hic-le to get anywheres."...