We could hear the buzzards circling overhead but none of us, in our close circle of friends, hade the strength to look. Most of us were sitting in the shadow of the only rock for as long as we could see in this deserted land. But one man was impatiently going around in circles, trying to come to a solution for us to get out of there. High school friends we were, but now we normally moved in different circles, we hade only come together for this reunion that went wrong when we took that first wrong turn in a traffic circle. For me tings had come full circle and I was not unhappy with the thought of dying in the same waste lands that I was born to.