Well, this ain’t Mexico…..but San Miguel is right behind….Santa Fe is not the town that I remember as a child…but, we all know about impermanance….check out my white beard….things do change. We drove here yesterday from Barstow, CA…last night I slept in the nude…….
Ah yes Nude Mexico. I have to admit, New Mex has a special place in my memories. Hanging out on Coal street in Querque, 1970 with “Ski” the jewlery maker – exile from the Haight and Willy, the crazy Viet Nam vet with PTSS fucking his ever-so-vocal orgasmic girlfreind in the same room I was trying to sleep in. Then a few years later getting busted in the hotsprings out in the Gila wilderness area. I remember they had every gun in the county there. From the game warden to the narc. All for me. It was a good thing. The short time in jail changed my life, got me off of coke.
Ah yes Nude Mexico.
Lets not forget my wife lived on the res with her first husband. We both love it there.