The land was desolate.

I guess that's why they call it the desert. In the darkness it seemed lunar. I wanted to sleep more than anything. I passed another dilapidated mobile home, the tell tale blue glow of a television coming from one of the windows. I could also make out the silhouette of an old Buick and what looked like a tricycle. Who want to grow up in this place? I wanted to sleep but not here. There wasn't going to be any stopping, no reservations at the reservation-- only hamburgers with mustard and sopapillas. I told myself to keep the dotted line to the left hand side. Those were all the instructions I could handle. I cranked up the stereo in hopes of drowning out the oppressive sadness that permeated this land where a people faded like an old grocery sign. It didn't really help.