...this kid reminded him alot of his pal Turi (with alot less makeup, of course) whom he had left behind at the bookstore.
"That seemed an eternity ago", Uztopoke mused.
Not one to give a hand job and run, Uztopoke vowed he would go back and find his friend no matter how troublesome it was. In some strange way he needed Turi, like the crops need rain; like the flowers need sunshine; like cops need doughnuts.
Destitute and hungry, he decided to get off the bus in Tucumcari and head west back to Cali pronto.
The first thing he saw as he disembarked that Greyhound was.....