Zander from Burning Man
I can’t remember where Zander was from. I’m not sure Zander could either, and I’m not sure his real name was actually Zander. He referred to himself by a variety of other nicknames, all of them mystical and vaguely Indian sounding. He’d been road tripping around the country for a few months, living out of his car and couchsurfing. He was a floppy haired boy with a wide, toothy grin who greeted me on the landing of my Boulder apartment with the tightest bear hug I’ve ever received.