People of New Mexico, please stop shooting your signs. Made by hard working felons for your geographical information, they’ve done nothing to you. Leave the signs alone.
You know your life has taken a turn for the worse when you wake up in Albuquerque. Situated somewhere in middle earth, its like if hell had a waiting room. It’s miles and miles of sun burnt, run down, bombed out, strip malls. Devoid of any personality except perhaps the I-40 running through its middle, which also seems to be trying its best to get the hell out of town.
The Year of Living Aimlessly. 