Ted (merovingian) wrote,

There is no I in Hawaii!

"You'll know you've reached it when you hear the howl of the coyote, and feel a terrible dread in your heart," said the guy at the gas station.

"Uh, thanks," I said, and bought some wasabi-flavored funyuns.

And, with that, I wandered into the desert. An hour later, the sky swirled mad with purple and green. Two hours later, I could hear the cactus whispering. Three hours later, the wind started blowing letters in the sand, just slightly too fast to read.

And then I felt the dread and heard the coyote howl. I lay down on the desert ground, and slept.

Then I dreamt. "These walkabout visions were brought to you by Frito-Lay," said the handsome Caucasian in my dream. "When you are on a vision quest, remember to bring lots of Frito-Lay products!"

I have to admit, I was disappointed and impressed at the same time.
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