I was driving through the desert, alone. My friends and I had just been at a small 'pow-wow'. Gallons and gallons of fire water and drunk, Indian-women for everyone. I'm part Chinook Indian myself. We did a little peyote there, and while I could tell the others were bullshitting, I got myself a real, live vision.
I saw the charred bones of a bighorn sheep. It sent chills down my spine. I saw maggots crawling away from it, the devourers of the dead unable to withstand the death of this creature. When I came out of the vision, I was in a cold sweat, and I left. I needed to get home.
The sun was setting by the time I saw the building of the biggest little city in the world, Reno, Nevada. And as I neared it, the last glimpses of a violet and crimson sun resting on my back. Gas was low, my convertible's hood was down. Not enough money for gas for air. But as I neared Reno, I saw there was only wreckage, wreckage and nothing else but littered skeletons and the eerie whispers of no sound at all.
It was as if...someone had killed the entire city of Reno...just to watch it die...
I saw some green-haired ***** driving off towards where I had come from, however.