I find myself looking over the desert from the mesa I've been living on for the past couple of years. I get radio messages from others like me and a few groups. With winter here things are slow, no work for me. Yet my stores are holding strong. Being all alone, I don't need much. I find that if I stay alone, I have no one to worry about but myself. That keeps me focesed on my job. As a sole surviver, I take jobs the military won't do for the best trades around. With money being no good anymore, who ever has the better stuff can enlist my services. I chuckle to myself as I remember my weakness when it comes to jobs. My love of cigars. The last job I took, I did for five boxes of acid blondies. Those are my fave cigars, and they knew it too. Hey, I got the job that none of those solderboys couldn't do done. When I light up one of thoses cigars, I'll tell you about it.