The next thing I remember I was back in Dutch John, manic again. I was driving my truck wildly on an icy road, Sliding around deliberately losing control. It was such a rush. Eventually I slid into a ponderosa pine. It didn’t disable the Sequoia, which I’m very grateful for now. I might have died, I was in the middle of the Uinta Mountains in the winter with no one around for miles, and no cell service. With my manic state I might have just set off into the wilderness. I was able to limp the truck to the sheriff’s office in Manila, UT. The cops did their report and it was towed to Vernal, UT. My sister bought the Sequoia from my insurance and her boyfriend fixed the damage and she still drives it. 

I used the insurance money to buy an older Tacoma from a local dealership. One of the owners was best friends with one of my guide buddies in Dutch John. When I drove it off the lot and hit highway speeds the vehicle started wildly misfiring. In a rage I drove back to the dealership and threatened the salesman. The manager calmed me down by offering me a loaner car while they got to work on the Tacoma. The car they loaned me was a late model black impala. My mind immediately went to the tv show Supernatural, since that’s the make and model of the iconic car in that show. A much older version though.

I thought God sent me this car and wanted me to hunt monsters. I realize how fucking ridiculous this is now, however at the time it felt so profound. I drove the car through the Colorado mountains and eventually ended up in New Mexico. I was originally going to drive to Central America. I stopped at an Indian reservation casino. I went to the blackjack table and put $100 down. I let it ride until I was up $1600. The casino changed dealers and I lost it all. I was not concerned about money, I felt it was imaginary. A faith based system. Like Alan Watts talks about, it’s a measurement of wealth not actual wealth. 

I ended up in a restroom in the casino. I decided I wanted to watch something burn, so I set a bunch of toilet paper on fire. I made a big mess. I almost got caught, but I got lucky and got out of the casino before they caught me. When I left I picked up some stranger. I gave him a ride and when he left he stole a speaker from my car. It didn’t upset me, I just drove away.

Eventually I ended up at Billy the Kid’s grave.  I thought Billy was a monster hunter like the Winchester brothers I was channeling the story of. There was a railroad near the grave. At the railroad I thought there was some kind of supernatural power radiating from it. I have often thought railroads are a way more efficient transportation method, especially for goods. I tried to bless, I guess you could call it, the tracks to take away the evil power that was restricting the use of the railroad and give it energy from God. 

When I was done praying over the railroad I drove the Impala into a barbed wire fence. I thought the barb wire would conduct my energy against evil into the world. Once I was done I went to the small Billy the Kid museum. I toured the museum and bought a bunch of random bullshit from the gift shop. I thought the trinkets had some wild significance. The museum owner was very worried about me. I had him mail the trinkets to my friend in Dutch John. It was Christmas so I thought I would give these very important items to my friends and family. I’m not sure how he got a hold of my friend, but he told him where I was and that I didn’t seem well. 

I left the museum and ended up in a town somewhere along Route 66. I found a Mexican restaurant with the best chili verde. They also had delicious tortillas made from scratch. The people there were very nice but very concerned about my odd behavior. I eventually left the restaurant. Not before dumping my phone in the trash. At least I think I did that. I found a run down shop with a tall fence that said Bobby’s Garage. I parked the impala out front and tossed the keys over the fence. The place reminded me of Bobby’s place from Supernatural. My thought was I needed to leave the impala for the Winchester brothers. 

Then I went to an ATM and withdrew like $500 and threw it all into the wind. I thought God would bless me for this sacrifice with everything I could ever need. I guess I got that from the sermon on the mount. How god feeds nature even though they don’t save and prepare. From that moment I thought that this was going to be the town where I started my mission. So I ended up staying long enough for the law to catch up with me. It came to a head when I went to a payday loan company. I tried to trade a $100 bill for a promotional $10,000 bill they had hanging on the wall with a bunch of others. While doing this I tried to convince the clerk that money wasn’t real. This is when the cops showed up. They arrested me with the charge of disorderly conduct. The catch all bullshit charge. I didn’t resist and the police took me to the station to process me. Its so fun hanging out for hours in cuffs. The station had really nice hardwood floors. Once they booked me they took me to a private jail/prison combo. I believe private prisons are terrible for society.