I.
It was now. I was going solo through Dresden, without asbestos. Not even a kettle for a helmet.
This was something Jake and I always said we would do. My buddy, Jake, but then he found a girl. And they found a home, and I found no time left with Jake. Or his girl. Friends leave in pairs, sometimes.
Walking into Dresden was stupid, even with guys to watch your back, and with asbestos, and with all the other stuff that makes adventures adventurous and not suicide. It was still stupid. Going solo, though, was a whole new kind of stupid.