Turn the goddamn light out and leave the keys in the bottom of the empty pool out back. Hop the fence and walk out into the desert for one last time. They’ll never find you out there. The mortgage and the banks and all those fuckers that earmarked all your money before you ever earned it anyway. Tell em they can pound sand. Tell em they can take the house and the car. Tell em they can take the job and all the attachment. The desert is out there and it’s waiting. It’s waiting for you to take that first step into the cold darkness. Fuck em all. Fuck everything. They took and took until they dried you up. Twenty years they cashed your checks. Twenty years and you’re not further ahead. In fact, you’re still behind and it ain’t gonna change. Leave the light on and flush the key down the toilet. The desert is waiting.