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  I had slept off the afternoon beer, and had risen before the sun was down. When I rolled out of bed, Bean was in the bathroom but I noticed he’d unpacked half his clothes. His Titanium Mac Book was on the bed next to me, a jujitsu video on mute playing. Before one steroided contender could finish off the next one, Bean popped out of the bathroom in charcoal tapered jeans and button-up shirt gloved his torsos: “You ready, Phillips?” I grunted, splashed some water on my...

 When the bus from Laredo finally pulled into the station in Monterrey Mexico, all the excitement, fear and doubt I had about the trip concentrated itself in my lower back. Sprawled on my lap was the book on the “real” history of America, as Bean had spun it to me earlier. I stopped reading when I found out that the pilgrims were greedy savages who paid for their avarice by having to suffer through the worst New England winter of the century. Specifically, I stopped at the pa...

Chapter 6 Once I made the decision to just up and leave, the array and intensity of people’s responses was more extreme than I’d expected. Those who were career-minded, and who believed I should (and would) eventually get to such a point, considered my decision suicidal. “What are you going to say when you return? If you return. And where exactly are you going again?” Shelby was my cousin who’d gotten his MBA when most students are still navigating the college circuit of 101s. He’d grown up h...

Chapter 5 Thankfully, I stopped drinking as soon as Bean left me and returned to Troy’s with the extra key I had. Thankfully Mishka was not blasting trance music, though Troy was still gone. Thankfully, sleep came quickly after I guzzled a liter of water, ate some leftover pizza and hopped into bed. Not so thankfully I awoke to someone kicking me. “Dude, I was about to call your parents.” Troy was hovering over me, smiling. I was relieved to see he wasn’t too pissed off at me for disappearing...

Chapter 6 Once I made the decision to just up and leave, the array and intensity of people’s responses was more extreme than I’d expected. Those who were career-minded, and who believed I should (and would) eventually get to such a point, considered my decision suicidal. “What are you going to say when you return? If you return. And where exactly are you going again?” Shelby was my cousin who’d gotten his MBA when most students are still navigating the college circuit of 101s. He’d grown up h...