The other morning I walked down a path that abutted a ravine, and ahead of me saw two men peeing against a tree. Both looked like they had spent the night in the ravine. They finished their watering and stumbled up the bank to the path. One dug into a tattered athletic bag and produced two cans of Laker beer. They stopped, popped the cans, and took long sips.
“This is a shitty way to start the day,” said one of the guys, spitting a fountain onto the grass.
The other tipped his neck back and drained the beer can with relish. “Yeah,” he said scanning the heavens, “But it’s a good way to see the sky.”