it was an egg. he was pretty sure. though he didnt know why the hell it was here, on the shoulder of the road, in the middle of the desert, in the middle of fucking nowhere. he knew why he was here, and he still wasnt happy about it. theyd better fucking come back and pick him up. this shit wasnt cool, and it wasnt funny anymore either. but he knew his friends too. he knew they wouldnt turn around until they got somewhere, and lord only knew how long that might take. theyd eat, just cause they knew he was hungry, then maybe theyd come back, taking their own sweet time, pick him up, and not stop for food again for hours, cause they just ate. but at least now he had this egg. and he was pretty sure it was an egg now. he had picked it up, was fondling it, rolling it around in his palm, and it wasnt a rock at least. it was a fucking egg. and he was gonna crack it on somebody's head. he wondered if it would crack. was it hard boiled? tough to boil and egg in the desert. but maybe it was boiled, and it had like rolled out of a bag or something, maybe when somebody pulled off to pee in the desert. and now somebody was short one hard boiled egg. or maybe it wasnt a traditional chicken egg. was it the egg of some giant reptilian beast? with fangs, and scales, and big bulbous eyes? he bet it was. hed throw it at them when they came back to pick him up, and some little scaly green thing just now ready to hatch would pop out and bite the shit out of somebody's nose before scampering out into the desert sand. and hed be able to say 'serves you right' and itd make for a kick ass story when they all got home, back east. but he was still stuck here, in the west, and for all he knew their headlights were still pointed east, hours ahead of him by now. should he try to hitchhike. in what car? there hadnt been one yet. just dust, and egg, and a tumbleweed or two. he was hot. he didnt like hot. everything was sweating. he didnt wanna be that guy, with sweat stains in odd places. bastards. hurry up. this walking in the desert thing sucked. he was tired. maybe hed sit down. hed get all dusty though. he didnt care. he sat down. the egg broke. he saw a cloud of dust headed his way from the east, a chrysler's grill leading the way. he watched the contents of the egg seep into a crack in the dry ground. hurry up. im hungry. fuckin egg.