“I was driving through Oklahoma, which makes you uncomfortable if you’re a midget, so that you pretty much pull in and out of Chevrons as quick as you can, avoiding the cheaper truck stops so you don’t run into a rabble of rednecks. I’d been just driving and driving, probably thirteen hours straight, so I could get to Arkansas before dark. When you’re riding like that, a lot of thoughts go through your mind. I’d been sort of thinking about my life, about this wanderlust I had. It wasn’t a bad life—wandering around bum fuck Egypt, seeing a lot of America, freaking people out when I showed up at their church rummage sales—but it was feeling increasingly purposeless.”