On the train tracks, twenty-one days before the hanging, Jimmi weaves in and out. He's low on money, but he can't go back to get his check until he's off drugs.
He wants
to get sober, but he's had a tough time dealing with withdrawal.
As he
walks along the tracks, he imagines the faces of people he saw in the war: a
suicide bomber, a girl in the market, and many others.
He
wonders whether his baby wouldn't have died if he hadn't gone overseas, or if
his life would be different.
Jimmi
burns his fingers making soup, but he doesn't care, and then he drifts off to sweaty
sleep.