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This is something I wrote about 2 years ago on the Early 911S Regristry board.

Out on a Limb

I just got back from the desert. it all started the other night with Carlos and I eating eggs and drinking Bookers 126 proof Bourbon at Sammies. Carlos kept on tripping about this old indian named DJ that lived on the reservation out in the desert. Carlos kept on telling me that he was some kind of medicine man and that I ought to meet him. So we climbed in Carlos 1967 911S Targa, the one with the soft back window so that it feels like a convertible. Orange Red with the 4.5" Fuch Alloys, triple throated Webers, 2.0 Liters that when wound out sounds like a banshee on amphetaimines and quick as a hawk ready to ponce on a mouse. Carlos plugged a tape of Jagger/Richards "Co(k $u(ker Blues" into the player. "I'm a lonesome schoolboy, heard about London and decided to check it out, Leaning on Nelsons column, when will I get my ......." after driving for a couple of hours through the night, we were at last on the reservation. We went up the stairs to the offices above the casino. Carlos introduced me to DJ, who was dressed in an Armani suit and was smoking a Cuban cigar. he offered us a cigar and started to tell us that the Peyote buttons were only Carlos's facilitator to the path of Indian knowledge. That for some it might be sitting in the Living room in the mornining with a cup of coffee looking at the art on the walls, or something that was heard or seen that might spark an idea. With that DJ got up and started to fly around the room like a bird. He said, " All is not as it sems in the world and one should pay attention to the sprit world for meaning." He pointed to me and that I might appear to be a Donkey to some always braying about this or that, A snake to others because they don't know where to tread, or even an Owl aways spouting off knowledge about this or that. DJ continued, "You are all of these and none of these, what remains constant is a purity of heart and a dedication to follow the path of Indian knowledge." Then like a wisp of smoke in a strong breeze DJ, Carlos, the casino and the Porsche vanished. Leaving me standing alone in the desert on a cold, clear, stary night.......