I didn't shave my beard. I fell asleep with the razor in my hand, staring at the master troll. In my dreams I was masturbating on a sidewalk in front of Applebee's. I moved to the cabin of the truck, but didn't get to finish because the fire alarm in our hotel went off.
I opened the door. A young, attractive man, with an Abercrombie build was adjusting his hoodie sweater in the hallway.
I said the word, "Fire?"
He looked around the hall not saying anything, and then he slung his backpack over his shoulder.
"If there isn't one," he said "then I'm going to light one - on the front desk!"