I'm a writer. At least I thought I was that safe and sunny day under the T-rex amongst new friends. One year later, long after my novel "Catcher in the Sky" is finished and accepted for publication and I've had months and months to revel in the confidence of a Writer-On-His-Way-To-Fame-And-Fortune!, the publisher will bankrupt and my mentor will die. I'll turn 30 and then 31. My Saturn Return will hit me like a 9mm slug into a TV set. I'll lose all faith in the written word, move to Oregon, hit rock bottom, and just days after the first Art Car West Fest in San Francisco, I'll check into a mental hospital and be main-lining Prozac just to get out of bed once a day.

But heh! Another story, right? Ahhahahahahahaha!

I don't know why, but those two dinosaurs at Cabazon and the million or so silver windmills whoop-whoop-whooping in the high winds between there and Palm Springs have always entranced me. I wrote about the dinosaurs and the windmills in my novel:

"Dust devils of aberrant sound perused the singer's efforts, drafts of white noise made mystical in the dense atmosphere of the setting sun, the already-apparent night stars, and two, life-size dinosaurs. It was an August desert oven-world where nothing organic moved in the deadly heat and a thousand white and silver windmills whipped languid parabolas, distorted by distance, distorting the singer's voice, gurgling graceful blues guitar like a child's voice humming behind a floor fan, hot summer night in the deep south. Between the Dinosaur Diner and Joshua Tree Monument stood regiment after regiment of such windmills. Soldiers of the desert winds.

The spectators of Edder's impromptu dinosaur-mouth performance that night regarded a sea of spinning silver blades in the distance to the north. As the MTV helicopter snuck down on the crowd from Tiara Mountain and the freeway behind them to the south, 400 north-facing eyes could have sworn they saw the windmills marching closer, getting louder, closing in for the kill."

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