From the ninth-floor window in 4 Triad Center, I watched a thunderstorm scrape its claws along Draper. A Massachusetts boy working in downtown Salt Lake, looking at the sun and lightning brothered together. I picked up my best friend, Jake, from the airport and we drove to Wendover to see the Earth curve on a salted horizon. Jake put a tumbleweed in a box to take back East. The Delta ticket agent couldn’t believe a box so big could be so light. How something that should be moving could be contained. I stayed friends with Jake until he tried to kill me in his kitchen back in Swansea. I changed jobs before the tornado hit downtown. At least here I could see the storm coming.