On some road to nowhere or another

As he was constructing some sort of taco [watermelon shell; dark, flat celery; fuck ton of butter] and before he had instructed me to the store for orange juice (he asked if I could handle that), my father told me the story of marijuana through the eyes of the Native Americans. "They all did it, though sometimes it was a little scary."

Stopped in my car on some road to nowhere or another I am with a girlfriend, unidentifiable and in the driver's seat, and two friends, unidentifiable and in the rear. Somehow Pepperdog is implicated and it turns out he is dying, his black parts fading quickly to a blizzard white.

It is hard for me to say how or why, but I am at one point searching a Turkish-English dictionary for the morphology of "kadın," which of course becomes "kadınlar," a bunch of other things, and according to this reality, "adının."

*Kadın = woman
*Kadınlar = women
*Adının = name

It should be but isn't a surprise that the stereo in my car works. I suggest we turn the motor on as not to disturb the battery too deeply. What should be and is a surprise is that outside the car, the ground beneath the dirt dust on the ground is frozen solid. "It's tundra," I said as Todd Gill delivered a pizza next door.