As often as I would arrive at the outskirt of a town in the hours just after sunset, I'd pull into a Pemex to use their facility and work on a can of beans while I scope out a suitable spot for the night

It must had been in the mid 30s; I saw my breath rising under the rickety street lamp, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of chill on account of all the booze coursing through my veins. I looked back