after a good swim, jay lay back in the sand to look up at the stars. they were the only thing he truly missed about jupiter. you couldnât see shit in new york. he rolled on his side to look at the crowd of others. âcould one of you bring me a beer?â he said loud enough for one of them to hear and fully expecting josie or gun to do his bidding, but willing to accept anyoneâs assistance.















