"What's it to you? What makes you think you know so much about another man's life?"

The bastard Chris was right. Cal thought he was close to Keith. So much that he'd decided that he ought to get Keith kicked out of his home. This was Keith's home in fact. Space. It wasn't Cal's.

Spacecity

was a temporary place to burn a few years. A place to finally realized just how much he had taken 

life

for granted. Being up here did that to people. They missed all kinds of things they could no longer do.

Keith was the only person who never complained. Never talked about beaches. Sun shine. Trees rustling in the wind. Driving a car through winding roads. Going to a big game. Getting real drunk.

This didn't surprise Cal. Keith was a strange fucking guy the more he thought about it. Marianna had told him Keith had never used up any of his 20 annual drink vouchers. People would beg for them and he'd plainly say no. "But you don't even drink." And he'd shake his head and walk away.

From the stories Keith told Cal about his days back on earth, it didn't seem like Keith was a teetoler. Nothing about him made it seem like he would be against drinking. Yet Cal was right. He'd never seen Keith drink. Maybe it was less obvious up here in space. Since you couldn't go to the bar every weekend and get hammered. They gave you 20 drink coupons a year and you had to use them wisely.