Avila Beach, late afternoon of the same day. I leave my new found friend behind, this old and mentally deranged old native american who claimed he belonged to the sioux nation, living in his old cr*ppy tent in Los Osos National Reserve. His raving and his old battered "peach pipe", his toothless gums and wrinkled old man's face, wrinkles that might go back several dozens of years but surely not to these times when the Sioux Nation was still great and powerful and battled general Custer successfully, with the red skinned man still being real warriors and not beaten yet by
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