Jus a Little Insane...
...They tried but I have a sister who challenged them every step of the way.
Then there was the whole who was I as a person. The trip to San Francisco was incredible and opened a lot of doors, but I was suddenly back into the same old secret life when I came back to Casa Grande. I knew there was something I had to do...Just didn't know what.
Then Ray, an old friend from high school, called and asked if I wanted to go camping with him one weekend (I think this was early 72). Quick history of Ray. One of my best friends, great artist in the making who fell in love with an underclassman and when she said no to his marriage proposal he shot himself...And lived. They got married after high school. I said yes, really wanted to see him though I knew squat about camping, but he said his uncle gave him directions to a place and early one Saturday morning we headed out toward Gila Bend, made a turn at a truck stop, found a cattle gate and took his 56 Chevy behind Table Top mountain. We brought a bunch of junk food and my father's British 303 sniper rifle...I was pretty good with it and there wasn't much those bullets wouldn't obliterate.
Here's a thing about Ray that is relevant. He didn't trust his wife so he always wrote down the mileage when he got in the truck and when he stopped the truck so he could keep an eye on his wife. Darkness fell and then the sounds began. We had never heard anything like them...They weren't animal, weren't human, just....Strange. Then there was movement all over and so I shouted out a warning and had my rifle ready to fire.
Then we saw the eyes.
And we panicked. I started firing off as Ray tossed everything back into the truck and the last thought, the last memory, was jumping into the truck and everything went...Black.
We woke up in his apartment, our faces had dried blood and neither of us knew how we made it back to Casa Grande. Just to get where we'd been we had to go through several cattle guards and I don't remember the trip back. Day light gave us courage so we went back out to the spot, found it and I discovered I'd fired an entire box of shells at...Something. Questions, lots of them, no answers. We headed off and saw a large sign on the ground. I got out and turned it over: 'Barry Goldwater Military Reservation'.
We didn't talk about it again...But something was different. I discovered a burning desire to head to college and that next week went out and registered, took the SATs I passed in high school and had saved enough to pay for my own way. I'd never had more of a burning for understanding...Everything...Than after that night.
Well, it wasn't boring. And I ran into a group that claimed to have the answers to my occult questions.
First rule of anyone looking for answers: Someone tells you they have them, they don't.
I lived two separate lives in college...I'm surprised as hell I made it through.
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