Temperature Warp

Holy Cheezusssss! I left Arizona in late May to escape the desert summer heat. I stepped outa the airport twenty minutes ago and bang! It's hotter than when I left! Which get's ya thinkin. Did I, in fact, ever really leave? If I got on a computer terminal right now and scanned back thru this blog, would I find that I had dreamed this whole past four months in New England and on the Mighty Mississippi? What the FUCK is going on?!

Man, maybe I should cut down on the drugs and flying thing. May.. be.

Nah.

I'll be in the Autotransportes de Guasave shuttle van in a matter of minutes now, the lone gringo on an all Mexican shuttle bound for Douglas and my car. There will be air conditioning and the ever-soothing unintelligible banter of hispanic white noise (soothing because I don't comprende a word of it).

We will be somewhere around Tombstone when the drugs loose their hold. My brain will right itself, shake off these pesky bats, and this nightmare will be over. - RSM
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