dawn

It was Fear and Loathing stuff,

Adventure but panic.

Like, too many events to remember.

In the two hours I was asleep.

You and your buddy, separated , everyone was friendly and the roads were all fucked up. Everyone except this gang of three, standing across a cliff in the middle of a city.

Somebody shouted “they shootin” and I ran, then I heard gunshots.

There were people everywhere, outside at outdoor music gigs, when we rejoined, Kevin had bought armfuls of music equipment, and there was a girl that liked me from earlier at the bar.

Went somewhere to play blues,in my trash vehicle,there was a weird respect between people, all walks of life. Bikers,country types, “thugs”, everybody was cool and engaging in conversation, except the shooting gang, someone called them something,,

Fuck i don’t remember,

It was something stupid,

Something to do with shadows..

I so rarely dream, I try to write them down..

I was definitely naked at a bar, but the naked girl with me wasn’t the right one, so there was no physical contact, just sharing a blanket so we wouldn’t be showing off our nudity.

I don’t remember any drinks, or reasoning for any of this.

But I left my special guitar in the car, and I was panicked to get back to it, because I was worried about theft.

And I lowered myself down these wood patios , one after another, lower and lower and lower..

Trying to get to my Strat before the gang stole it.

Hyper real.

I was there man!

Oddly, I sat down to play right before bed, cranked out some blues modes,,

Dreams dreams dreams.

It was like Animal House but in Mardi Gras, but somehow in Tennessee. And the vibe was Fear and Loathing, but there were no drugs taken, no drinks, not even a cigarette..

Bizarre