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The cars zipping along the desert highway were far and few between.  That wasn’t as much of a concern as my current footwear.   I should back up.  When I awoke this morning I was leaning against a large boulder here in the desert.  My wallet was missing as well as my shoes.  In place of my shoes, I was wearing fuzzy bunny slippers.   If I had to guess, it was the slippers that kept drivers from stopping to pick me up.  I had no idea who took my wallet or left me with the odd slippers.  By the way, in case you were wondering, no these slippers do not stop the intense heat from coming up though the bottoms.  My feet were burning up.  It didn’t seem to matter if I was standing on the pavement or directly on the sand.  Both were terrible.

While I kept attempting to hitchhike, I was trying to recall how I had gotten myself into this mess.  The last thing I remember, some lady wearing way too much make-up was buying me drinks at some country bar.  I can almost remember the name of the place.  The jukebox, I thought, was too loud and the lady kept playing the same song over and over.