You can't get here from here

so, I dunno, Shack-man, I was just contemplating, you know that time in my life when everywhere I went, for a long time, everywhere I went, I saw weasels.

Why?

I remember riding along with someone in a big station-wagon at night and looking out at the side of the road and doggone it if there wasn't a weasel running along the side of the road, keeping pace with the car. And then he shot off into the brush. I didn't know weasels could run that fast.

And another time, I was sitting at a buddy's house and were 'ecouter les chansons de Hot Tuna' on the stereo - one of those early ones with Papa John Creech on the electric violin - and I saw a weasel run across the floor and under the couch my buddy, Rich was sitting on. Naturally, I exclaimed "Damn!" jumped up and got down on my knees to look under the couch. Rich, of course, said "What the fuck are you doin', man?" To which I replied, "Do you have weasels in here?" Of course, he counted me as being INSANE. However, I knowse whens I'se seed a weasel over here.

This continued, then suddenly, one day, I took note that I no longer was seeing the weasels (maybe it was all the same weasel? Could be.) My weasel-seeing days were over.

Reminds me of this: I no longer have deja-vus. I thought this was becausing from the idea that there was a sudden shift in the space-time continuum (hm, I re-blogging this, I fear) such that NO ONE has them anymore - but that's not true. Some people I talk to still have them.

Yeah, well whatever is what I say. I did kind of enjoying from those weasels. Interesting little beasts with slicked back hair and all. The deja-vus, I don't miss - they were creepy. Counter-intuitive, right?