William Zachary Bubb is a homeless veteran living in the desert near the Arizona and California border along Interstate 10. Zach has a mind like Swiss cheese. Huge gaps exist where he doesn’t remember what he did or even who he was. He knows that he has a mailbox key and a mailbox that’s been paid up for 25 years. The only mail he received before meeting Satan was a letter he received from someone named William Zachary Bubb. It read like a letter one would write to one self.

One hot summer day, Zach got lucky and someone gave him a fifty dollar bill. He hitched a ride for his favorite splurge. An iced venti white mocha from Starbucks in Blythe. Sitting outside like he always did, he discovered he wasn’t alone in spite of the 120 degree midday sun. A man, seemingly appearing from nowhere, cleared his throat. Zach looked at the man, thinking he looked familiar.

The man said, Please allow me to introduce myself.