I've never been through Albuquerque, New Mexico when they won't some black clouds hanging over that mountain range just east of town. The dragon that hangs out there gnows me in a condescending dismissive sort of way. It's not necessarily a blessing. I musta hitched through Albuquerque a hundred times. It apparently keeps an eye on the neighborhood without me knowing how. Candidly, I don't recall having ever made myself into a dragon. I think it may be outta my league.
Once, when I was hitch-hiking just west of Fort Worth down in Texas, this Albuquerque dragon came all the way south to where I was hitching out on the edge of a small town, ostensibly to let me know whose stomping grounds I was entering. I saw it coming across the lower Panhandle for near half a day. I knew it was coming to haunt me. I also knew I wasn't gonna get a ride to get away from it. When it came down right on top of me, it forced me to hide under a leaky overpass bridge where i lost my only pair of glasses, and then it went back to Albuquerque to snooze. Dragons can be assholes. Who will tell them "NO!"
Now, if some demiurge could make a dragon like the one in Albuquerque crawl on it's belly, after it's experienced the freedom to FLY around scaring hell outta homeless people on the open plains around Albuquerque, for millennia perhaps... THAT... would be a curse worth puling about.
Still, I'd hate it for the dragon. Even as scared of them as I am is, they also bring much needed rain. The blessing of heaven. The Southeastern U.S. would dry up and blow away without the tropical storms and hurricanes. How could competent people know a dragon was on it's way to where they lived year around, and not run like hell for their lives?
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
