We end up going to a freight house by the airport & he has me put some sandbag ballast sacks in this five-foot by five-foot metal container contoured to fit in a plane.  “That’s enough,” he says.  “We just don’t want them to know it’s empty.”  He fills out a slip of paper & puts it in a pocket on the outside of the container.  “Look, kid, I think you’re doing the smart thing leaving.  I’d go if I didn’t have a family to take care of.  Good luck.”
     “Thanks.”  I get in the container & he pulls down & locks the folding metal door & I realize I don’t know where I’m going or how to get out of this thing once I get there.

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