The game begins. Tension and nervous laughter ensue as we all chant “roll the balls” in unison. Game on. My pulse quickens. The guy calling the numbers was probably born in a small third world village in Nepal. I was born in a small village half a world from him but I grew up with running water. Yet somehow, he and I have both found ourselves in this petroleum-fueled oasis thousands of miles from everything we know.

Bingo: Sweat and Popcorn