The Wolf Man
Flying through the desert, the air is warm, the stars are bright, and I’m as high as a kite.
Caught me a long ride outta Mesa, New Mexico heading for the Promised Land of L.A., California. The year: 1968.
It’s early morning. I mean it’s really early . . . like 1:00 a.m. early.
We blow through four counties, we’re movin’ fast. My life is waiting for me on the West Coast. Ain’t got no time to mess around in this bohunk desert. Ain’t got no time for this bullshit.
Then he spoke to me. He came from the stars. His voice dove into my being, and I’ve never been the same since. The Wolf Man had my soul. The Wolf Man showed me the way. The Wolf Man was the way!
To be continued . . .