What?

The desert heat compressed out my will to move another inch, yet I found the strength to surpass my limits. Barely able to stand, I had leaned on a rather massive boulder to support myself. Sweat dripping from my forehead, clothes dried out from the massive gleam of the glowing inferno in the sky, I felt as if I was being baked alive at 450 degrees, ready in fifteen. Mind circling as flashbacks from the night prior invade and escape my vision. A beautiful gal, about my age I’d like to assume, dragged me around as she performed a mystical, entrancing dance. Her father wasn’t pleased at all; throwing an empty beer bottle and missing by a long shot. I thought it was a good idea to ridicule the old drunkard, but as soon as I turned away for a sip of my margarita I snapped back to reality. Begging wouldn’t get me back to that, so I dragged my broken, exhausted body down the dirt road. A McGuyver survival guide would have come in real handy about right now, it’s a shame Terrance threw it away, no idea why the dude held such a frustration for the guy...