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Chazz Martin was a former New York City ad man, twice divorced, who’d spent his entire adult life living in Manhattan’s Upper East Side. To those who knew him, he was the epitome of a New York socialite—erudite, debonair, and ruthlessly ambitious—which is why it came as a surprise when he decided to quit the ad game, sell all his possessions, and move cross country to live in an adobe shack in the badlands of the Mojave Desert. Chazz bought a two-story house with dirt floors, which once belonged to a famous artist who’d moved to the desert after the Great War in an attempt to recover his lost sanity. His only neighbors were a 300-acre date farm to the west and the sprawling Air Force base to the east. The first year, Chazz left a handful of times to visit friends back East, but those visits soon grew few and far between. He spent his free time wandering the empty desert, making long treks to the shanty towns of the Salton Sea and to the desolate valleys of Indian Canyon. He reveled in…