Even with the air-conditioning on full blast it was still too hot in my car. The car still reeked of cheap scotch even though it had been weeks since Doc Lincoln was in my car. Every so often I would lean forward to pull my sweaty back off the dampened seat so a little cold air could get between them. It was a small relief. I picked up a water bottle from the passenger seat and squeezed it. Only a small spatter of water came out. The warm water did nothing to relieve any thirst; I came away feeling even less refreshed. Once I got to Beth's ranch I was going to go to the kitchen and drink water straight from the spout until I made myself sick. Thinking about ice cold water made my mouth feel even drier. I smacked my lips together. They felt brittle and ready to crack. I normally never drove out to her ranch myself because Beth usually drove. Her truck was always nice and cold. I needed a new car, which was another thing to add to the list of crap I needed. I had to be carefu...