Bruce gets a job in Skotell New Mexico he moves away
So much for the dream: seems that Bruce got a job offer, whacking kittens for a factory in Skotell, New Mexico. That seems like his bag. He just packs up and leaves without a word to anyone. The trailer park manager evicts you from the leased trailer soon after, leaving you homeless, forced to live in your car.
What do you care? You love living in your car. You're a feral animal, wild and free, and your car is ideal for bunking. At least that is what you tell yourself, but you actually quickly run out of gas and just end up parked in a ditch with the other losers. The trailer rich call it The Dump, laughing at the human garbage that congregates there. It hurts your feelings more than you admit. How could it have all gone so wrong? You were meant to be a great musician, man.
That winter you end up getting really sick, what you think is pneumonia, from the constant exposure to sub-zero temps. You can barely sleep most nights it is so cold. Somehow you get it into your head that you just need some air, finally catching some winks with the window rolled down, and hypothermia finishes the job.
Your body isn't discovered until the following spring.
