Ask

We will ask the question, won't we? At least in our head, we ask it. Where? How? Why? Then, lamenting about it even being possible to end up like this, nowhere, with no one, nothing.

But, Martin does have family. They're in Missouri. They don't know where he is. He says no one is looking or asking anymore. How and why takes  longer to explain. Shorthand is: busted life.

Dope. Abuse. Parents who couldn't. Illness. Lost jobs. Unspeakable loneliness. More dope. No love. Crime. Streets. Here. That's how you get here, easy. Martin took three long months to cross the country. Warmer in Santa Monica. There's food. Many the same. Plenty of dope. His life has improved.

In our head, or outloud, we rhetorically ask the question, knowing the answer, pretending, then picking up our pace.