Sometimes you spend time in places that just feel depressing. Barstow is a place that seems as if people are either passing through (to LA or Vegas depending on direction) or they are stuck. There are those that are biding time relating to Ft. Irwin. But then you have the desert drifters. The meth heads. People with stories that may remind you of days of future passed depending on the path you've traveled.
There but for the grace of god...
