Keith paused a bit too long. His head was hurting, maybe because of the weather. Or the heat. Too many changes he thought. 

"There a bit far away, he he, ummm too far to drive. So I'll just stay around you know. "

Max understood a bit because he didn't catch...

Marta worked nights at the police station. She liked those crime novels she liked murder podcasts, but most of all she needed the money.

"Its not anything like that." She would tell her friends. 

"Mostly boring." She would say. 

Her job was routine, she would enter in reports the officers would...

Sometimes things are better if you just keep sleeping. Letting the everything pass while still dreaming. Like sometimes you can miss a whole storm develop and leave. There's not all the unknown the expectations. 

The storm came in loud, but left quickly. Someplaces didn't have power, but some places it...

Keith put in his pocket an old pocket knife he had from his past. Its origins were unknown. Maybe his dad got it for him, maybe but that was so long ago. Regardless the weight of it made him feel a little safer. He put it on his right pocket...

He pocketed the vape turning it off. Maybe he'd need the power. He checked his phone 54% reasonable, under normal conditions. He had a car charger. His gas tank was near a quarter of a tank. Fuck. He went to kitchen, then the back door just peaking his head out. ...

Keith felt like Max was important. Like he knew something that Keith didn't. Like he knew Keith was looking for someone.

Max worked at a restaurant. They did Italian food but americanized to something completely different. Sometimes he be on bread sticks. He liked those days, easy and he could...

When Keith woke up he felt still drunk. Or more hungover, maybe anxious he wasn't sure. But when got up at the edge of his bed it seemed like water slowly sloshed around in his head. That Max guy can drink. He was trying to remember the acronym, mouthing out...

Keith scarfed down the first slice. Dipping it in ranch dressing. A staple sauce in the part of the country he was in. But never where he was from. He liked sauce. He bit into the Margherita hot. Piping hot, but it was good, the mixture of fats, and salts...

Keith hadn't heard about Max's place before. Outside of the bar it was still light, getting darker now, but a bit of light. To him right now it felt brighter than it should have been. He was still thirsty, probably needed like three waters. Some food would be good, he...

At first Keith was stunned as he was trying to recognize that face. It wasn't from the side, and there was no hint of bubble gum vape. The guy hugged him, the smell of real cigarettes and some cologne mixed together. 

"What's up man? Don't you remember? The rain and...