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.................THE LAST SUPPER ?.................

I really don't know how to continue with this part of the narrative because it gets kinda involved........

Here He tells some of his men to bring more food , ( what ? , they were expecting us? ) and 3 more guys emerge from the boundary of the campfire light and cart in 6 rabbits , and as quick as one can "moan"

O M G !

Theis guys GUT theis RABBITS WITH SPEED AND EFFICIENCY!!!!!!!!!! and build up our fire and start cooking them !

The whole time Joel and I are thinking , "We should stand up , bend over , put our heads between our legs , and kiss our asses GOODBYE! ". As the rabbits start cooking , He asks , "tiene bebe? " , ( have anything to drink? ).

Smart ass me , trying to look cool , nod and reach over and give Him the bottle of Tequila, (( MY HAND WAS SHAKING SO MUCH THAT IF IT WERE CARBONATED IT WOULD HAVE GOUTED A FOUNTAIN OF FOAM! think a "Mello" candy dropped into a liter of COKE !) ( I can't swear to this but I think I saw a quicksilver smile cross His face as I handed Him the shaking bottle.))

Ya know ,now after 4 decades , looking back on the events of that night? I REALLY think that that ugly son of a bitch was having FUN with us as he played His mind games on us !

He kept talking to his men in a rapid dialect of Spanish that neither Joel or I could understand.

Every now and then his men would laugh and look over at us , (the whole time I'm thinking that scene from "DELIVERANCE " , " LETS' HEAR YA SQUEAL , BOYS ! SQUEAL LIKE A CUPPLA PIGS NAWH !").

EDITORS NOTE :

IN THE ARMY THIS IS WHAT'S CALLED A "PUCKER FACTOR #1 " which equates to your SPHINCTER mussel getting SO TIGHT due to fear of ANY given situation that a molecule of HELIUM couldn't get Thur !

As the rabbits finished cooking , He started passing OUR bottle of Tequila to his men and now I'm thinking , (" why haven't they searched our packs yet ? and if He does he'll find the rest of our Tequila to ! The least He could do is allow us to get shitfaced if we're gonna be SODOMISED and KILLED !"

( INJECT HERE A "BONN MOTE" OF PHILOSOPHIC CONTEMPLATION )

- GAWD HAS A PERVERTED SENSE OF HUMOR ! -

Here his men do a MIRACULOUS TRANS CONFIGURATION OF CHANGING SAND INTO at least 6 or 8 bottles of home distilled Tequila of their own ! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! GO FIGURE !!!!!!

Here He asks us if we'd like to join Him and his men in His rabbits ? Joel and I both declined , saying that we both ate already and would be more then happy to show him all that we ate on the desert sand ! (We were both THAT scared!!!!!!!!!!!!! remember " PUCKER FACTOR #1 ? "

That statement seemed to break the ice , because after He translated it to his men , they ALL started to laugh so hard that they appeared to cry with mirth as they rolled on the ground .

ZAPATA now tells his men to give us a bottle of Tequila , (Oh , rite . I forgot to mention that we found out that He chose to call Himself , ZAPATA , as in "THE LIBERATOR OF MEXICO"?.....................rite...................well after all He did steal from the rich.................

actually He stole from everyone , if the truth be known ! .............. and He did share a BIT of His gains with his men............................and He WAS big , ugly , mean looking , smelly , dumber then a bag of hammers and probably had a brain pan the size of a chick pea and as it seemed , only a bit smarter then his gaggle of inbred ,mentally challenged bandalleros . but as it turned out , He had a heart the size of MONTANA ! (WHICH WE WERE ABOUT TO FIND OUT LATER THAT NIGHT !)

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INSTANT KARMA and the MOUNTAIN of the BANDIT KING.....................(not)

After we gathered our wits and courage, and made sure that our bikes were operable .

We decided to head off to the nearest village or town for basic supplies, gas , food

and a shitload of Tequila , ( for medicinal purposes , .... of course.)

We came first to a road side cafe along the road on our way south of CHIHUAHUA ,

basically to by-pass Mexico City south on to the Panama Canal.

The cafe that we came upon was the type that one doesn't see in travel TV shows , it was a true "locals" cafe , eatery type road house.

As we drove up and parked our bikes we noticed that our stomachs were screaming for what smelled to be wonderful local foods emanating from the cafe inside. The place wasn't overly populated so we went to a table and ordered what tasted to us as "food of the GODS".

As we sat at our tables , having finished our repast and enjoying our thick , delicious local coffee, I noticed what looked to be a "scruffy" local kid who the other patrons seemed to be leaving a space clear of him. The kid looked to be our age or there abouts , and seemed to be sad , dejected and skinny!

Joel didn't seem to pay too much attention to the kid but for some reason I couldn't seem to look away......His t-shirt was ripped, his pants had holes , he looked hungrier then a vegetarian at a pig roast , and all he was eating was tortillas de arena , ( Flower tortillas, yummy when FRESH AND HOT !), but I digress. Even though he looked like something the cat drug in and the dog threw out , he still managed to have an air of dignity about himself .

We were in the lot and ready to mount up , when " something" stopped me in my tracks.........

I turned back to the cafe and walked up to his table and asked , " por favor , si se puede o si se quede. ben con migo afueda ? Quedo habalar con tigo." = ( if you can or if you will come outside with me ? i wish to speak with you.) . I think he read in my face a lack of hostility , but friendship there . As we walked to the bikes , I asked him why he seemed so forlorn and dejected? and why so impoverished? At 17 and in those days it didn't seem to be an aggressive query for one kid to ask another when asked in all innocents and compassion.

His answer was that his uncle wanted him to follow in his footsteps and basically take over the business. I didn't push for answers, that would have been transgressing Latin Civility, so he left his Uncle's "HOME", to find his own way Thur life but things were tough for a number of reasons , one being his appearance. namely the disrepair of his clothing.

For a few seconds I stood there looking in his eyes ..........its hard to say what I felt/saw there , but I had made up my mind . Without another word I opened the pack on the back of my bike and proceeded to give him a pair of jeans , 3 pairs of sox , 2 t-shirts , a bar of soap.

We stood there looking at each other and all I could say was, "I don't have much that I can share , but please take what I can and make your way Thur life better armed".

We stood there looking at each other and tears came to our eyes then smiles. He gave a slight nod , I did the same and we turned away from each other and walked , he to what ever future he sought , me to my horse, (bike), and saddled up . Joel looked at me and said, "NU? so ? what are you trying to do , get INSTANT KARMA? " , I looked at him and told him to , "fuck off! " . We then started up our bikes and rode to the South and the "MOUNTAINS".

MOUNTAIN of The BANDIT KING...........................(not)

After having resupplied our packs , we preceded to head South and being "dumb" kids we just sluffed off the warnings of the talk about THE MOUNTAINS (and the supposed reports of the bandit king , hey , remember we were 17? ha ha ha , and God protects Mad Dogs and English Men AND Dumb Teenagers ! that was us!!!! )

As we drove Thur the desert I managed to get perty damned good with my "WHAMO" slingshot, to the point where we never went hungry . That's not to say that we had steak everyday , but Gila monster does taste like chicken if cooked right. and rattle snake tastes alot like chicken to , and prairie hen and big lizards and jackrabbits and turtle........................

hell man , everything tastes alot like chicken in the desert for that matter! ha ha ha ha

At least we didn't have to do any of that reality TV survival crap with bugs and shit like that..........yuck!

A couple of days later we saw what looked like an oasis in the distance at the foot of the mountain range so we decided to head that way and relax for a couple of days .

( INJECT HEAVY DRAMATIC MUSIC HERE! .......................)

We came to this site that looked like 29 PALMS in Calif. with a little stream ambling thur, so we decided to camp for the night , this was about 3 days after the encounter at the cafe and by that time it was all forgotten . As it was, Joel set up camp , I went out to get food.

I bagged 1 snake , 2 Gila's and 1/2 doz. cactus pears , not a bad haul....... ( I REALLY have to put it in here that what I am about to say does have pertinence to a future event! ha ha ha ha ha ha ........... so when we get to the jungles of Southern Mexico trust me!!!!!!!! go pee before you read THAT entry or you will wet yourself laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! as I did SEEING it ! :) ).

OK , Joel is now getting a bit pissed at me because I was the food gatherer, and kept rubbing it in ........... R O T F ...

(couldn't help it . a guy thing........... :) L M A O - H M S - R O T F :) )

((READ THE REST OF THE STORY -PAGE 2 )( thanks PAUL HARVEY ))

As we are sitting at the camp fire eating lizards and drinking tequila ( FOCAL POINT ! the sun has set !), up meanders about 9 NASTY looking guys WITH RIFFLES AND PISTOLS AND KNIVES and everything but a fucking NUKE !

Now Enters THE BANDIT KING !!!!!!!!!

HE WAS NOT A HANDSOME GUY !

We were too scared to puke !

He asks us who we are and what we're doing in his turf! (basically). so I said we were travelers going thur his country on our ways to S.A. He then looks at us both and asks , " did you both stop at "La Plata Cantina " "? . " si senor, we did . porque?"

At this point he hesitated and thought ...............

Joel and I are about ready to evacuate our bowels and shoot to the moon!!!!!!!!!!!! WITH A SHITLOAD OF FUEL !!!! (NO PUN ! )

We were SCARED !!!!!

As we sat there contemplating our fate as TOAST ,The JEFFE , (THE BOSS ), just stood there looking at us . I'm thinking , "he's thinking the best way to have fun with us BEFORE or AS we die.............." . Our future seemed perty dismal..........................Joel and I are both saying KADDISH for each other.( a YIDDISH word = PRAYERS for the DEAD.).

For some reason not apparent to us at the time He tells his men to bring more food!

.....................(THE LAST SUPPER? )..................

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THE VALLEY OF THE DEADLY TARANTULAS

/ or/ THE TWO SCREAMING GIRLY MEN !!!

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Lets see..........how to start?..................

After Joel and I woke up around noon , (He with a BIG GRIN on his face , me with a hang over.) ,We ate enough to feed a J V High School Football Team, and fitted out our Bikes , We decided to hit the road again , (seeing as how we were $500 richer, doesn't sound much by today's standards , but hey! it was 1964 ! )

At first, it seemed reasonable to stay to the main roads , be those as they were......(ha ha ha ha ha ha ................. the biggest jokes of modern times!!!!!!!!!!!)

Because we had Dirt Bikes it was easy for us to go off road , the reason being because we had heard in various Cantinas along the way , that there were Bandits on certain roads and mountains . We stayed north of Sonora and Hermosillo and went perty much thru the deserts , food and our survival skills not being much of a problem , ( being as how we were both Eagle Scouts when we were kids and all that shit . ) .

OK , so we are driving thru the desert at around 60MPH , at around noon or there abouts and off in the distance , ( a long distance, remember at 17 we have the eyes of hawks . ), we see LITERALLY(!) , A Field of Black about the size of a football field with ...........well let me put it this way. It looked like what you might see if you had an open frying pan of ORVILLE REDENBACKER POPCORN WITHOUT THE LID ! Things were just going everywhere! BLACK THINGS!!!!!!!! In a nano second going thru my mind is that this is an optical illusion ...........or just an optical illusion.......!

(EDITORS NOTE: for some reason in 1964 , the going fashion rage for teen guys in southern California was/ were / was, what ever, PENDELTON , LONG SLEEVE , FLANNEL SHIRTS! worn outside of your pants . Go figure! KEY WORD-FLANNEL! ) .

OK , so here we are driving down the path and as yet we are not sure what THEY were.

( REMEMBER! WE ARE DOING 60 MPH! ) At about 30 yards we can at least see that they are spiders. (REMEMBER THAT ALL THIS IS GOING THRU OUR MINDS AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT in a TIME sense!)

At 20 yards we can now see that they are NOT little spiders......

At 10 yards we can see that they are REALLY BIG spiders!.......................

As we drove INTO THEM , we now see that they are REALLY BIG FUCKING TARANTULAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By the time we are 10 yards INTO them we both simultaneously hit the skids , (breaks) , and laid down our bikes and preceded to slide for about 20 or 30 more yards. At this point Joel and I

immediately scrambled out from under our bikes as quick as we could SCREAMING the whole time like little 7 yr. old girls ! Jumping up and down and SCREAMING like little girly men !

The whole time beating at ourselves and trying to get THESE GOD DAMNED TARANTULAS OFF OF OUR BODIES AND SCREAMING LIKE LITTLE GIRLY MEN !!!!!

( now picture a 1960's Mr. Wizard type TV program with some avuncular scientist explaining the how's and why's of an ATOMIC BOMB Explosion by way of show and tell . Remember this is STILL the era of THE RED THREAT , the WALL is still up . the IRON CURTAIN still surrounds a big portion of the world , AND KRUSCHEV STILL WANTS TO BURY US. and the CUBAN crisis is still in the future waiting to happen . So this fat fart with thick glasses standing in front of a 10'x10'x10' clear plastic cube and the bottom of the floor is filled with SET mouse traps with ping-pong balls sitting where the cheese would be and 1 small hole at the top .

He looks at the camera and says with a smug shit eating grin on his face , " This is what would happen if 1 HYDROGEN ATOM were excited by a simple "little" explosion , say the size of a stick of dynamite." , whereupon he drops the first ping-pong ball into the little hole. and the next sequence is done IN REALLY SLOW MOTION photography . The first ball hits the first trap! it trips! those 2 go off and you have 4 more , they go off and you have 16 , they go off and you have 32 , then 64 , then 128 until the whole clear plastic box is filled with ping-pong balls .

My point? ..............WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THESE FUCKING TARANTULAS JUMPING AROUND LIKE THOSE STUPID PING-PONG BALLS AND WE ARE SCREAMING LIKE LITTLE GIRLS PUSHED INTO A ROOM FULL OF WHITE MICE AND WETTING OUR PANTS! ! AND WE ARE JUMPING AND FLAPPING OUR ARMS AND TRYING TO GET RID OF THEIS HORRIFYING ARACHNIDS OFF OUR BODIES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND MORE KEEP CLINGING TO US!!!!!!!!!! )

Editors Note :

One of the reasons why we had such a hard time getting rid of these
Tarantulas .
Tarantulas have tiny hairs on the back of their abdomen and back legs that will stick to an enemy if disturbed and ITCH.
Tarantulas have re-tractable claws, just like cats!
Some tarantulas can get as big as DINNER PLATES !
Tarantulas’ bite is actually not that dangerous; no more worse than a bee sting (unless you’re allergic, of coarse or scared shitless and SCREAMING LIKE LITTLE GIRLS!!!).

Remember the key words? We were wearing FLANNEL SHIRTS!!!!

Now try to picture this: 2 guys with kinda longish hair full of TARANTULAS!

FLANNEL SHIRTS from neck to wrists COVERED in TARANTULAS!

Jeans pretty much covered in the GOO and ENTRAILS of TARANTULAS from rolling around on the ground while trying to get our feet under us so we could RUN LIKE BATS OUTTA HELL to get to the free space from where we first encountered the TARANTULAS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We ran for what seemed an eternity , about 50 yards before exhaustion and being O D'ed by adrenalin , overcame us and we collapsed !

We were so exhausted that all we could do was lay there panting and watch the migrating horde go on its merry way hopping off to the north east . That took about 1-1/2 hours. Before sunset we managed to raise ourselves enough to stagger to our bikes and push them beyond the perimeter of the killing fields. We then managed to gather enough dried tinder and cactus to build a fire big enough to be seen by a satellite for GOOGLE EARTH , FROM SPACE!

We both held large STICKS AND STONES just ready to defend ourselves , JUST IN CASE...........( Imagine a guy in a room with a pump shotgun just waiting for a mosquito to come in the room!) We didn't sleep much that night............

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THE LONGEST TRIP BEGINS WITH THE FIRST STEP

OK,

So now you are about to be told some VERY strange things that we encountered on our road trip south thru Mexico to South America and the discovery of "OUR" "RIO DEL ORO" which in a short time (relatively speaking) , financed OUR DREAMS!!!!!!!!!!! . Whether or not you chose to believe them is up to you , but we LIVED thur them ! As RIPLEY once said ," BELIEVE IT OR NOT!", so fuck you, :) , There were times that if I gave a shit I would have checked out the facts with NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC for validation , but hey! to us it was REAL! and we survived it all ! And some of it was pretty damned funny!!!!!!!!! :) , and other encounters were REALLY SCARY ! AS YOU WILL SEE! (insert the LONDON PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA , kettle drums , oboes and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in the back round.)

Our first travail was to get thru the boarder crossing at TIJUANA , Mexico .

TIJUANA connotes , (more Philharmonic Orchestra here and a shitload of kettle drums! , please?)

" THE BLUE FOX BAR"

remember folks and guys of this era , ITS THE MID 60's ha ha ha ha ha ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,{remember , "Peace , Love , Dove? Turn on , Tune in , and Drop out? YEAH BABY! :)- } ,

THE BLUE FOX,......................

ah the memories...................................

Joel and I did what any HEALTHY young American kid of 17 with RAGGING HORMONES would do upon entering any boarder town , (where it was legal for U.S. kids to drink !) , We went to the HOTTEST bar in this NASTY boarder town ! ha ha ha ha ha ha ...........We went to ........................................................................

THE BLUE FOX !!!!!

(insert GIGANTIC GRINS!!!!!!! :) and hard-ons the size of the Washington Monument with the strength of blue twisted steel ! ), HEY ! WE WERE 17 !! OK ? ..... :)

Now here goes a query to those of us GUYS who grew up in the 60's .

Did any of you ever hear or see the XXX video of the lady on a stage with Talcum powder and Hard Boiled eggs and REALLY STRONG THIGH mussels? ?

We were there before it was taped! LOL , R O T F - H M S - L M A O

(REMEMBER , that early in this narrative I had said that I would not hold back descriptions or vernacular of any event, so if you are of a Victorian bent or of Protestant ennui? Buzz off!

This is MY life ! and besides , WHO'S' GONNA READ THIS MISSIVE? R O T F - H M S -

L M A O ! All I know is that this encyclical is rather purging for me , and that feels good !

Has anyone of you out there ever seen both a woman and a Donkey on a stage at the same time? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ................................

This is why "THE BLUE FOX " , was shut down in 68' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

L M A O - H M S !

WOLFMAN JACK used to broadcast from Tijuana from a 100,000 Watt transmitter there which was prohibited and restricted in the U.S. ( P.S. I had the pleasure of meeting WOLFMAN in San Luis Obispo , California, where I had my business before my wife died, and just before he died............... I have no idea why I said that.................

if I thought there was anyone out there reading this missive I would blush , as it is I'm just a little weepy at the encounters of my /some bitter sweet memories.................. forgive me, self...........

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ALRITY NOW . LETS STOP BEING MAUDLIN!

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OK , so Joel and I stayed in T J for about 2 weeks , and being both enterprising young American JEWS , ( Did I mention that Joel was also a put down JEWISH kid like myself? lol ), we actually made more money for our future adventures by selling REEFER in TJ to American kids on day trips ? ! lol lol (RITE , THAT'S LIKE SAYING ONE CAN SELL SIN to GOD!) , lol . , BUT WE DID !

We bought low and sold HIGH ! lol (Did I mention that I spoke only 5 languages at the time , and Joel spoke 3? ).

So we bought from the Mexicans who we spoke to and sold to the American guys who trusted us because we spoke English. Do the math ! lol

Joel loses his cherry in TJ !!

It's a little hard to go into this without giving a little background into Joel's' past.

From what he shared with me , he came from an overbearing mother and father , which in itself for a male in a Jewish family is kinda hard to accept, but there you have it . The basic reason why Joel ranaway.

To add insult to injury they made him question his masculinity because of his perchant to the ARTS. His parents wanted him to be ONLY a Lawyer or Medical Doctor. I never understood that aspect of his parents will? Granted that his parents came from Russia during WW2 as immigrants seeking political and religious asylum., but why would they have insisted on any other field other then the ARTS?

I respected Joel's trepidation on speaking about it and never pushed for answers.

Be that as it may , one night after having seen the show at the "BLUE FOX" , and being perty shitfaced , as we staggered back to our hotel room , Joel ask ME if I was still a virgin ? I felt the embarrassment in his voice and attempted to gauge my response to his feelings and moods .

The look of pain and anguish in his eyes was heart rendering , and with all the compassion and understanding camaraderie of a FRIEND, I replied,

"YOUR STILL A VIRGIN? L M A O - H M S - R O T F " I was laughing so hard with tears in my eyes that as I leaned on a post that wasn't there , I fell to the ground Holding My Sides. Joel seeing the ridiculousness of the question in my posture , started laughing as hard as I was and started kicking me in the ass ! (remember we were both shitfaced!). After what seemed an eternity (but not long enough!) , we stopped laughing , wiped our eyes , looked at each other and started cracking up again!

So I did what any good buddy would do in a situation like this.....

I took him to , "ROSA'S' CANTINA" , (YEAH , YOU HEARD IT RIGHT, Rosa's Cantina ! )

One of the last things I did , and I thought with HONEST compassion , I asked him if he REALLY wanted to lose his virginity at a whore house in some ratty boarder town like , TIA JUANNA?

His reply was from the heart and very sincere,

"HELL YEAH!"

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"ON THE ROAD AGAIN."

So after we had breakfast, (I went out and shot a GILA MONSTER with my WHAM-O slingshot, it impressed the hell out of Joel as well as myself! I only used 1 Bering! lol , and it was a head shot! It tasted good! AND IT TASTED LIKE CHICKEN! ) . We then saddled up and rode............. this was the FIRST TIME EVER IN MY LIFE THAT I DID NOT HAVE A SINGLE WORRY !!!!!!! bar none!!!!!!!!!......................

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Its' difficult to say what was going thur both our minds at that time , but you can bet it wasn't about body bags or NAM.

As we drove on , I dare say that Joel was thinking about his future in the art world and how he'd get there . (You see his dream was to go to ART School in Paris and become an artist of worth . But he was put down by his family and peers for dreaming of a "useless career".),and besides , how would he get there now?

I on the other hand wasn't really thinking of anything other then "how can I write of my experiences like "PAPA HEMMING WAY" one of my Hero's! (I knew that I couldn't hold a "match stick " to the one of the Last GREAT POETS OF THE CLASSICAL ERA -OVID, so I picked my next Hero. that's why I had brought a ream of paper with me in my backpack . I'd read ALL His books and figured "if He can do it , then why oh why can't I ?"

Guess what? ALL OUR DREAMS CAME TRUE !!!!!!!

How THAT happened , you will find out a few months down the road.

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ESD

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THE ENCOUNTER................

Great segway , what? lol lol .

OK, so there I was after the pee and freezing my tits off , shaking with cold from being on THE ROAD, and as I tried to lay out my quilt to get some sleep, along comes this "guy" who sees me shaking and flapping my arms to get some circulation going , and offers me the warmth of his heater in his car . Little did I know what his "true" intentions were!

Granted that I had survived P. A. , but that was in a cloistered world of a military academy. I didn't think that "Dreck" like that could seep into the outside "real world".

OK , so the guy asks me to have a seat IN HIS CAR as he turns on the heater,what a dummy I was! Now understand that I have NO idea what's on his mind , YET !

OK , now I'm starting to see the light as he say," Have you ever seen pictures like theis?" , I take one look and say,"see ya!" , and get my skinny Jewish ass out of the car as quick as I can and run for my bedroll and bike even FASTER! In the 60's there was a saying..........."color me GONE!". I was !

I managed to jump on my "horse" and ride as fast as she could for about 2 hours until the cold got to me again and I HAD to stop from lack of sleep and the cold that was eating into me ! , so it happened that I saw a roadside pull-over site (you know , those that look like a concrete picnic table with a hood?).

I was too tired to resist, so I looked and saw cacti behind the area and drove into them to find Suaro Catie and COVER................

The morning came bright , sunny and hot . As I woke up to make coffee on a back-pack Sterno grill , I heard the cursing of a kindred spirit over by the concrete picnic table.

Now enters Joel Lake , who turns out to become my buddy ,fellow explorer and traveling companion in America , South America and England. He to was a runaway and the same age as me , 17, AND with a lame "horse!"(Kawasaki 250 CC. motorcycle with bad plugs),and a runaway as well ! (go figure! )

( Sorry for the delay in notes, but I just got a third job , and working 106 hours per week kinda puts the skids to time at the type writer ! The DREAM that I am working for is THAT important! More on THAT later!!!!!!!!! ).

OK , So I walk over slowly and check him out at a distance , and figure its OK , so I say, "Hi, sup? ".

Scared the shit outta him! ha ha ha ha ......He thought He was alone , like I did me.

So I ask him to go to my camp and get coffee for the both of us and I'd check out his bike.

He returns and I'd already checked and replaced the "plugs", (did I say that I was a good "JEWISH " BOYSCOUT?) that I saw were fouled.

As we sat there talking and getting the measure of each other , it comes to pass that we both thought the other guy is cool if not a little "odd", ha ha ha ...

Above all things , it came to pass that we seemed to agree on ALL things such as ,1) mortality , 2)education , 3)politics , 4)authority , 5)drugs , 6)girls and 7)sex................ :)

answers? ...read the book! ha ha ha .

1) too short. 2) NOT ENOUGH! 3) BITE ME ! 4) ALWAYS CHALLENGE AUTHORITY! (thanks ABBY HOFFMAN! :) ) 5) REEFER RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;) 6 & 7) YEAH BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)

After a bit more of small talk , I asked him where he was going. His reply was , "beats the fuck outta me." , whereupon I said, " lets flip a stick! ", So I reached over and picked up a twig, made one end different from the other and threw it up in the air!!!!!!!!!!! (picture 2001- the movie, where the ape throws up the thigh bone of a vanquished food source! ) ........................

DON'T YOU GET IT YET?

AT THAT MOMENT , WE JUST BOTH CREATED OUR DESTINES!!!

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....................THE ROAD....................

GOOD MORNING STAR SHINE , THE EARTH SAYS HELLO............YOU TWINKLE OUT FURTHER .........WE TWINKLE BELOW.........(tra la -tra la...... ).....GOOD MORNING STAR SHINE ,YOU LEAD US ALONG..............AS WE SING OUR EARLY MORNING SINGING SONG............................SCHOOBIE DO DOWA , SHOOBIE DO DOWA , lala , ho.h....................

I'm singing this at probably 1am ,(remember , it circa. 1964, going 60 MPH, south on highway 101 on my way to Mexico and scared shitless! (WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING ? ).......I really have NO idea! All that keeps going Thur my mind are pictures of "body bags", on C B S , N B C , A B C , AND INVITATIONS TO ATTEND THE FUNERALS OF MY DEAD CLASSMATES! ........................

Here I'm 17 years old with the only ability to survive resting in the upbringing of my Father and His desire that I read ALL subjects in as MANY varied genre !

Well let's get along with the rest of the story..................

OK , It's about 3 am and I'm cold , REALLY COLD!, and I gotta pee ! (that's' funny now, then I had a bladder the size of Montana ! and when I pee-d , it was with the force of "old faithful" , now I have a bladder the size of a golf ball and when I pee , I'm lucky if I can put out a match with a dribble! ha ha ha ha! ..........) I know! too much information! lol

Well I picked one of those rest stops on the highway even there then. so I pulled over to , 1)PEE and 2) TO GET SOME SHUTEYE. Little did I know that I was about to get one of my first LIFE LESSONS on this road of LIFE! (ergo , the title- A Life in the Day)...............

OK , so after my pit stop I encounter a........

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