When he found out I was a writer, he clung to me and refused to leave me alone. Whenever I saw him coming at the Coffee Plantation, after that, I’d duck out a side door. One day he cornered me before I could escape and told me a story about how he knew the band members from Ministry and how he could show them my work and they would use it in their songs. Man, I really wanted to believe him on that one, but how could I? He hitched a ride from me and I drove him down to central Phoenix, letting him off at the art museum, hoping I’d never see him again.