All eyes in the car were fixated on the gas station. Mr. Flash was singing softly to Smokey, as we pulled in. A figure moved quickly across the window and disappeared. Mr. Flash, stopped singing right in the middle of Tears of A Clown. Well, well, he remarked as he gave us one of them real slow smiles that we instinctively understood.
As we started walking towards the door, a crow appeared out of nowhere. He kept hopping in front of us and stopping as if to keep us from entering the store. Did that damned bird know we were up to no good? Animals are funny and I dont like 'em one bit. We opened the door and entered to scope the place out. No sign of the man we saw thru the window. An old Uriah Heep song, The Magician's Birthday was playing softly on the sound system. The crow followed us in, but disappeared once we were inside. A voice from the backroom yelled, "Be with you in a minute".
I reckon this was the fucking Walmart of the Sonoran desert, cos this place had a little bit of everything...including a dimly lit bar off in the corner. You can guess where we headed. Behind the bar stepped a gentleman, quite small in stature, with piercing black eyes and an infectious smile. Since we figured we wernt gonna be payin anyway, we ordered 4 bottles of Del Maguey Tobala. We made small talk with the owner as the shots of mezcal, slid smoothly down our throats.
Turns out, the owner, whose name was Carlos, was a very entertaining storyteller. We're getting wasted, listening to Carlos tall tales, when I notice something out of the corner of my eye. There are 2 men sitting at a table, looking our way. It was so dark, I couldnt make out their faces, except that they both had white hair. Now we didnt see no other cars and the presence of these men might throw a monkey wrench in our plans. Shorty whispered to me, he was gonna go check em out. Next thing I know, we are pulling up a chair at their table. One was an old Indian, the other of European descent. The European fellow introduced himself as Sasha Shulgin and his Indian friend as Juan Matus, but we could call him don. I'm trying to figure out what his trip is cos Juan never said one fucking word, the whole time. But that Sasha feller was talking a mile a minute and sweating like a pig.