Welcome to Creep's cast.

I took a $10,000 cash job in the desert.

My crew never made it home. Written by, something goes

here too.

Look, I'm not going to give you any real names because we did some pretty sketchy stuff out there

in the desert. But you can call me Jay, and that's close enough for government work. You know what I mean?

First thing you got to understand about me is that I hate the heat.

I mean, I hate it.

Can't stand the sun beating down on you like some angry god trying to melt your brain into soup.

And I'm never, ever going back to the southwest.

Not for all the green chili and hatch.

Not for all the silver and the sandias. Not for nothing. You see, I still get these nightmares,

man. They come when the sun's getting low and turning all orange and nasty. When those clouds light up like cotton candy at some twisted carnival.

In these dreams, I'm back out there sweating bullets, and there are these things, dark things,

deep underground in the desert, and the heats like molten lead pouring over everything.

I wake up drenched in sweat, even when it's snowing outside my

apartment here in Portland. But back in 2005 when I was 19 and thought that I was hot stuff,

dude, I thought nothing bad would ever happen to me. Had that bravado that comes with being young and

stupid, you know, thought I was invincible,

thought the world owed me something just for showing up.

I was living in a town in New Mexico, not going to say which one, it's safer that way,

and I was couch surfing, staying with some shady people, and doing whatever odd jobs I could find to keep myself

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