Long time past I was sitting in my back yard by a canyon in southern California. Just waking up with coffee and cigarette in hand. Then, cool as a cucumber, strutting as bad as any bad ass, and ugly as any horror movie monster, this goddamned tarantula strutted slowly past my feet. Being new to the Southlands, I had no clue that tarantulas lived in the U.S. When I convinced myself that it was not a dream, I did the only thing I could do, which was to smash the thing. No way I could ever sleep in that house again, otherwise. Quickly learned that I had committed a major ecological no-no. Oh, well.

Little bit of drift there.