Mojo Coordinator

“What do you mean walking sideways?” I said looking over from behind the wheel.

“You know the Earth is round and you’re walking on the side,” answered the Passenger.

This was a huge shift in perception from the Earthly to the Universal and I was not quite the same afterwards.

She held up her hand, made a fist and walked around it with the index and middle fingers of her opposing hand signifying her message. “We’re all walking sideways. Projecting outward from the center, spiraling and spinning through the loops. All of it works good, we just need to chill.”

Tish, a native woman originally born around Window Rock, grew up in Long Beach only to return home years later and live way out in the desert by herself with no phone, electricity or indoor plumbing. She visited town from time to time and we were lucky enough to run into her. My friend and I were giving her a ride home from a motel in Gallup. It had been a long night, yet we were awakened shortly after sunrise. My friend and I had agreed to give her a ride but had no idea she would be that enthusiastic at that early of an hour based on her condition the previous night. There she was though; hiding behind rhinestone laden sunglasses, bag over her shoulder, leaning on our car. Something about her reminded me of a kaleidoscope.

My friend and I met Tish partying with a rambunctious bunch of ruffians and shapeshifters on the sidewalk outside of our hotel room. Sleep was not an option in their domain on that particular evening and it wasn’t the kind of place where one bitches about the conditions and even if you did, no one cared. It was a seedy motel. I determined this fact, for certain, when I noticed that our bathroom window had been pierced by a bullet. Looking back, I can point to a hundred other clues, live and learn I guess. As of that day no one had removed the bullet from the tile, the polished dot of lead sparkling over my shoulder in the mirror left a special feeling in my gut that has led me to carefully consider where I lay my head ever since. Great roadside motel though, loud party on the sidewalk all night with plenty of provisions and interesting story tellers, $27 dollars cash and an anonymous check in/key drop policy, if you get out of there alive.