That night it snowed and got pretty cold,so I went out looking for Omer next morning. Down the dirt road come a pick-up with howling Indians and drunken cowboys and Omer. Out in the desert Omer had came on a camp where they were de-balling the cattle. That night they had a Rocky Mountain Oyster Feast at Ruby Mountain Brewery.

Elko County, Nevada still talks about that party and wanted him back. They loved Omer’s singing Johnny Cash’s “Light My Fire”. Omer is still the talk of the county and they ask me to bring him back for years.

We made it to Oregon where I introduced Omer as my wife from San Francisco. My old Mom did not know what to think. Actually, Omer is a straight Christian man and I was just joking.

Omer went out to my Mom’s front yard to smoke hand-rolled cigarettes embarrassing my Mom, who was worried about what the neighbors would think.

Omer ate most of our breakfast for 4 people before we could get to it, including about a pound of bacon and all the scrambled eggs.

The high-light of this trip was a triple rainbow at Mount Shasta.

Back in San Francisco, I dumped Omer off on Van Ness Avenue where he was living in an empty lot under some concrete blocks.

Took me hours to clean the car of cigarette butts,beer cans and wine bottles out of the rental car.

I filmed this trip and someday when I learn to edit, or meet some who can edit video, this road-trip will make a good film. Sorry I missed the brewery party with Omer singing as it would have been good.

Omer’s guitar playing and art has become magical surreal and he is going to be great given the time.

” blossoming neighborhood” For Reals? This has to be a joke !!

i cant imagine too many people from the downtown scene that isnt fuckin mad 30 years later

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