"Hell yes! Me, my dad, my cousin Elvin, and my cousin Elvin’s probation officer. We were all scared to death." Buzzard’s eyes were dilated and shiny. "That was during the State of Emergency.... Most of middle America was one big dust bowl. I was a teenage kid in a suburb in Kentucky, and the sky would get black at noon, and you’d get a layer of airborne Iowa or Nebraska or some shit, onto your doors and windows, dry brown dirt in layers as thick as your fingers. Heavy weather, man. People thought it was the end of the world."