he straggled out from the highway side the rain

the big trucks and the smaller vehicles wooshing by

cold

cold

ok, I'll need 10 thousand dollars to start, small bills

Nothing.

But 7 hours later, walking in the breakdown lane, there was the wallet, lying by the guardrail

a brand new credit card inside, with his name on it

and also with a pile of 20s in the flap

and also with a drivers license from the city and state he was born in

I'm going to need a phone

This was the device. Magic amenities for a wastrel.

I wonder how old I am? How long I been out here?