My best friend Jon had moved to New York. A year later, he was still struggling to get by. I crossed the ocean to visit him. We soon left the city, flew to Miami and used most of our money to hire a convertible red sports car while we slept on a friend's floor. This picture was taken on the road south to the Florida Keys. That night we took our last dollar bill and tucked it into the garter of a stripper in Key West.