The world was running out of helium so we were harvesting the sun. My dad in computer lab wising up on FamousQuotes.com, I was lugging my suitcase of keychains to sidewalks, displaying them on a woven blanket. It was a ghost town that dried up after the mercury mine and now sold random rocks to tourists to scrape by. I, too, was trying to live. I was trying to get rid of keychains with hippie names like “Blue Moon” and “Sign.” I was saving up spare change to change my own name. From Ajax to Mercy. From Zip Gun to Dust. The world was running out of helium so we were harvesting the sun.