I came to New Mexico a few weeks before I began school. First move was to start an OkCupid profile to scrounge around and look for new friends, dates, but primarily hookups. Unfortunately none of those things happened (big surprise).
I went to this health convention thing that was hosted outdoors, found a booth of students from the school I was signed up to attend also, got invited by these two nice women to a clothing swap and a party that was happening later that evening.
I went on to go to this Ayurvedic restaurant downtown and did some yoga poses before my food was delivered to my table. This man with massive dreadlocks, tattered clothing, and this mystifying gaze began to practice next to me. We sat and pontificated and philosophized about life and really clicked and had a nice conversation. I invited him to come along to the clothing swap where we went forth and I met two other students who were to be in my class. One of whom was this absolutely beautiful blonde hair spritely woman who I became immediately enamored with and thought up designs of how awesome it would to be with her. (spoiler?: It never happened, she had a boyfriend).
Went to the party, had a good time, brought my friend I had met that day. Then the friend who invited me found out from me that I had just met the man that day and was utterly creeped out (understandably so. I got it, I also made sure to keep near him so that I could be available and responsible just in case) and soon after sharing a joint and drinking some everclear pot tincture, left with him. We went to the Rio Grande to sit and meditate under the full moon. Admittedly I demonstrated my, possibly excessive or hasty, acceptance and trust. I do believe that people deserve a chance and not to be judged too soon.
I proceeded to drop him off later and, being stoned out of my mind, got lost on my way home. The car was starting to run low on fuel and I went to the first nearby gas station. I discovered. Another truck pulled up and a man across on the other side of the pump. He asked if I would give him some money for gas, or pay for the gas fill up on his tank. Then to my right, a large pitbull, leashed by a bald fat asian man came around and scared the buhjeezus out of me. I pulled my wallet out and immediately pulled out all of my cash I was so scared! He then told me to calm down, said the dog was friendly and even let me pet it. By then, I’m sure my sober self would have not worried, but I was utterly blasted out my my brain case. When I realized that the gas pump was shut off as it was 1:00 AM-ish, I put the pump hose away, and drove off as fast as I could.
I stopped in a parking lot, looked at a map, and proceeded to drive the wrong way. I backed up and shifted gears too fast and caused an awful grinding noise of the gears and thought I had damaged the car. I stopped in another part of town in southern Albuquerque and opened up a map that. Soon after this car pulled up to me and a woman rolled down the window to talk to me. With large blonde, curly hair and a middle aged, round face said to me “Son are you lost? ‘Cause you’re in the wrong part of town here, you’re likely to either get arrested or robbed!”
After getting instructions from her, I proceeded to drive quickly out of this bad part of town and make my way to a gas station where again, another person asked for gas money, only this time, it was a clear spoken, polite black woman describing “I’ve run out of gas and don’t have any money right now, I’m headed to the Westside.” (which was where I was headed) and I declined to provide her money, I think I had the money, but not much, and I kept solidarity to my previous decision to that night of no handouts as I was so fucked up even still.
After I filled up, I ended up turning the wrong way again, and made my way to the east most road in town, Tramway. By this time it was 3:00 am just about, and I broke down and called my mom for help getting home. Distraught, near tears, scared, and so so fucking high, I finally got directions to the house. The whole way home, the car wouldn’t easily drive beyond a certain speed, and I could have sworn that I had broken the damn car with that shitty gearshift earlier.
I got home, parked the car, fell right the fuck to sleep. The next morning I got up and confessed in tears that I thought I broke her car, I was sorry, and that I would pay for it whatever it cost.
Turned out, the car was perfectly fine! The winds were so damn strong that night, and my mom’s puny Honda Fit (small economy car) was just not powerful enough to accelerate faster than 55mph in the direct gusting winds.
I went about my days to come utterly confused, and utterly relieved about that car.
I recently learned that the man I met was considered a “Wook”, I think I got threatened by a fat man with a pitbull, and didn’t break my mom’s car.
Solid welcome to New Mexico I’d say.