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I woke up in a van in a Walmart parking lot in Phoenix, certain that I was choking.
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I woke up in a van in a Walmart parking lot in Phoenix, certain that I was choking.
It’s 11 a.m. deep in the Mojave Desert, the sun already laser-boring into everything it touches, and Bob is driving the stagecoach a hair too fast, speeding down Fury Road while tidily dispatching his not-first Bud Light of the morning. The whiskey still fixed to the stagecoach’s roof rattles as the scenery whips by: People draped in chains and spikes and gas masks and armor. Cars bristling with mounted machine guns and animal-skull hood ornaments. The Last Chance Casino, the chaotic streets of