Who Knows

I'm back in Cochran after attending the Rainbow Gathering in the Black Hills where I had several interesting and mind-fucking experiences in teepees and got healed by a medicine man. Hitched a ride with a guy who thinks he's Plaedian, the devil, and a very nice Spanish ex-con from New Mexico who protected me after we got ditched on more than one occasion. Slept in a cave in Wyoming, which was quite pleasant, and watched Old Faithful blow. Ended up bailing outside of Salt Lake City and caught a flight back home.

I just went to buy a pack of smokes and overheard a very familiar voice. I'm fairly sure it was Curtis--German Tina #1's son, who I haven't seen since almost 15 years ago when we made out in Lilly's pickup truck on the way to Atlanta. That memory is deeply etched into my psyche still for some reason. He was there with his wife and kid, I assume. We made eye contact. I'm sure he knew who I was, but the past is the past. I smoked a cigarette while watching him leave, wondering if I should've spoken to him. Oh well.. c'est la vie.