David sipped his breakfast juice, which came from a powdered mix and was of a color not found in nature. "Well, after ’02, everyone with sense pulled out. It left all the more room for us diehards. We BOI’s, Born on the Island folks, we’re a weird breed." David smiled self-consciously. "To live here, you have to have a kind of dumb love for bad luck. Isla Malhaldo, that was Galveston’s first name, you know. Isle of Bad Luck."