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12/24/2008 2:30:06 AM
Killers travel in white vans.
It was in the summer in the middle of a cross-country trip when I realized that humans have hidden powers, senses that they don't often need to use.
I found myself and my companion being targeted by some crazy cult as we drove on a back road by a river. The alarm in my head rang like a gong and when I thought about it later, I realized that every 500 or so miles in the heartland of America, there's some dark fucker you really don't want to run into or it might mean a demise before your time. Just hope the fates don't land you face to face with that moment on the road to No Return, Nevada.
Instinct is the missing link between humans and a higher, deeper species. Most people never have to worry about that sort of thing because they walk between the Nazca lines and there's no current of electricity nearby that might jolt them down.
Others are like me and reside on the trail between the edge and the shifting sands. That white van was running right along side of us and I tried to speed up to get away from it but it did the same, we were going around hard turns doing 90, 100 and there was no way to shake it. My companion shouted Don't look at them and I didn't, I figured out why many years later, because they were holding a gun at us motioning for us to pull over. Could've been the last day of my life. I had the mojo runnin with me though, like a dream i once had where I was about to have a head on collision and I looked at my dashboard and the 'CERTAIN DEATH' indicator was on, yet some force lifted me off to the side of the road just in time to avoid being flattened by a tractor trailer with no driver who was headed to Omaha I was pretty sure.
Kansas, all they have there is tornadoes and one motel called the Quiet Inn. Usually when I find myself there I drive on hoping to hit the Rocky Mountains by sunrise.
Stopped at a truck stop and bought a piece of pie and the waitress told me I look lost. I denied this but then I had a choice whether to keep on going west or head back east and I was 50/50, couldn't decide. You do realize that even when you're at some Stop sign 2 miles from home, the way you choose to turn could mean the difference between having a perfect day tomorrow and never ever seeing a field full of cows again. I just flashed back to riding on the school bus on some field trip back in the day and we were passing some lush golf course and the kid next to me said - Look at all that land that could be used for farmin. I wonder if he ever got what he wanted, which was probably a house and some girl he could take home to mama. I bet he did. Then again he didn't have a guitar like mine that's been played in 37 states thus far.
I was trying to figure out when those crazies decided they were going to steal my car and kill me, maybe it was in the diner when we were eating. They came in after us, and they were loud. I bet they didn't like my pale complexion. I was going thru a stage where before my journey, I wasn't getting a lot of sun, working overtime trying to pretend I was saving up to get out but you only ever get out temporarily but gas was only 40 cents a gallon then. Nobody could find me and nobody even cared, now that's freedom.
I might continue this story later or maybe I'll just start again back at the beginning. Bottom line is I did survive, more or less.
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