so the place was called clown fish inn. it was a motel and it had the old prices like 40 bucks for a double bed. i guess the owner was rich or not rich but well off as they say and he was generous too and a lover of people taking road trips. he read old buddhist books from the 11th century and in his readings he learned that travel was one of the many keys that opened many doors to many enlightenments, as fleeting and transient the feelings were, it was the apocalypse to him , the revealing of all that is, a traveler’s senses fully open and so anyway the owner craved travel tales so he would hang out by the fountain in the middle of the Inn so all the rooms made a circle around this fountain. there were no parking spots.

so anyway, this one guy arrived to the inn looking for a room and they gave him one. they never turned anyone down. even if you were short a few bucks, they’d let you take a shower and take a nap for free. so they let him outside where this girl was cleaning a swimming pool. she was totally in charge of the operation. she had covered the pool last autumn, covered it with a black material of some sort. she did it by herself and she kinda messed up because the tarp or whatever sunk and it was filled with water and leaves and the two of them also found a dead squirrel and according to some religions probably became impure and she took a shower after and he thought to himself what a great idea and then he was like why the hell didn’t i think of that on my own? he figured he’d do like he almost always does, take a shower later, before bed, but he heard the water in the other room because the bathroom was right next to the room he was sleeping in. it was a single bed room but it had a small toilet, but no shower and a bible in the desk drawer next to the phone. land line. yeh, this guy, this owner decked it out like an old motel, just like the price. even the tv wasn’t locked down. so anyway, while she was in the shower the guy took a look at the bible and there’s so much murder and sleeping around and gangs and suffering in there and he knew he should probably read the whole book one day because all these prophets and kings and all that, how they slept around and were cowardly and good fighters and all different kinds of folk maybe even eaters of magic plants. This last thing came to his mind because he had randomly turned to Ezekiel and his golden chariot flying or something like that and he knew that drugs back in biblical times were way more potent.

so the shower stopped and he yelled “you mind if i take a shower?”

“no problem.”

there was already a towel in the room. so he takes his shower and he begins to think of a shower as maybe the religious modern equivalent of a purification ritual and she sort of hinted at that when she touched that dead squirrel and he knew it as good luck and so he sang in the shower hoping she might hear and be happy that he’s happy and then after drying off, he was like i can’t put the same dead squirrel clothes back on but he only had those clothes so yep, he asked her to wash his clothes and did she have any other clothes? and she said yes and he was looking forward to find out what clothes she would pick for him because he knew women know everything so he’d be getting a free magic goddess explanation of who he was and who he was supposed to be – only himself…..yes, she would know and she’d speak to him through clothes and to think our ancestors used to walk around butt naked and the whole tribe too, the grandmas and grandpas and boys and wives and i wonder what the roster size of the average ancient tribe was?

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