That morning waking up in Alpine, real bright and chilly , man it was beuatiful out there, (i think i am going to move farther aways from the coast from here on out). We drove over to this guys house who wanted us "hang out" with him and who knows what , i thought it was a stupid idea, but Serg , i guess wanted to be entertianed by it, i didn't feel comfortable about the situwation? the way it all came about, yesterday back at the gallery he asked us what we were came along, "were looking for studio space we are artists"
"oh your artists well if you need a place to stay for a night you can hang out with me"
i think the guy was just being polite, he seemed like a bubbly type.
"when do you want us to show up ,.when. " Serg said.
"ahhh , ah ok how about tomorrow, that would be great we can cook out." he responed
"what time..."
so we got a place , its neet to look threw strange lands threw the locals. tourist routines are boring, so i am up to it.
When we arrived over there, about mid noon, we talked and then decied to hike up this incredable hill that was right next to his little cabin, he went to go get grocerys,. after the hike about late afternoon, he was already to have a cook out, and guess what some of his buddies were there, they were all older retired guys, really it was him and this kinda fat bitchly looking fellow, we walked around the house and ate burgers , Tom the guy who invited us was so cought up in the moment, but this other guy was sorta probing us out, he was some big art collector architect, type from houston, we told him about simmon , "ohh her yea in houston we called her super shit" they alll laughed, the colloctor had this dog with him and he had this captivating way of talking to you as if he has discoverd something beuatiful about the world and wanted to share it with you, like the proud but cute way his dog trots across the field,. it wouldn't be such a big deal but, when someone is trying to tell you something of trivia and they talk real slow! and almost like some kinda bit or something, its gets wierd. The collector figured us out real fast , he ate and and in quick departing said "have fun Tom" sorta rude and was outta here, by this time tom was hitting the Scotch. and i rember sitting down in his living room with serg and we brought our portfolios, or he did , i had nothing
"see here are our slides"
he looked them over and was getting drunk , "humm that real nice, where did you go to school?" he sank back in his chair and in a serious vioce, that what we haven't heard yet.
"so what do you guys want? why are you here"
"you invited us, to look at our art, we are artists ", we said in a paniced way
more me than serg. he was already in his buisnesman stance.
"you arn't gay?"
no, we are artists"
the two of you aren't here on a honey moon"
no we are looking for studio space
"but you could be gay?"
i was real paniced this guy was figureing out we weren't gay and all, he was drunk. I was getting panicly agreeable.
the later it got them more agreeable it became,. sleeping arangements, luckly there was a bed out on the porch and another in this small room and then there was the carpted room, so i slept outside,
"Alright folks i am real tire i am going to bed bye"
So i went out to the bed and went to sleep, but i couldn't i was real nervious i knew this guy was serious about having something with one of us or both, . serg is one of these Bordertown hispanics sorta ruff machismo, if that guy start to make a move on him like touch or kiss Serge he might go wacko and beet the guy up, and he could serg boxed and this guy looked like some skinny ol guy.
As the hours drew on i could hear them getting louder and ther was music, "If serg flips we could be invloved in some crime seem"
so i decied to go in there for a glass of water,
