As he strode across the massive dunes of the Sahara, Reeves contemplated what had taken him there. Running his callused and cracked fingers of his left hand though his disheveled strawberry blonde mop, rubbing his parched throat with his right, he thinks out loud “What the hell was I thinking when I took this job. I hate the heat ( Read more... )

So this is the LJ I have heard so much about, I guess i should say Hi to the folks that told me to show up. Even though i know that they weren't expecting me. :) Hi Mira