Old Town looked deserted and decrepit; almost sinister in its emptiness. Despite the lack of cars and the dark doorsteps of businesses long since deserted for the evening, I knew Kaktus Kate’s would be open around the bend. Their crowd might not be boisterously active on the Friday after the Fourth of July in Cottonwood, Arizona, but there’s comfort to be had in a small gathering of self-righteous millennialectuals sipping IPAs and discussing unchangeable concepts of a democratic republic. I say “comforting” only in the sense one can drown them out with jukebox music more successfully than one finds themselves capable amongst slobbering drunks.
A bad tooth had kept me up all night. I wasn’t too concerned with the lack of sleep, because apart from the occasional lifting, bending and writing, my work didn’t require a whole lot of physical effort. Despite sleep, I knew I could keep my clients happy and engaged.
The question emerged from completely out of the blue.