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i go into the bar.
me to bartender: " got any gas"
bartender: " yea we sell it out of 5 gallon cans. its $10 / gallon. gotta buy 5 gallons"
me: "sell it to me.... got any beer?"

so i sit down and have a beer and order a cheeseburger.

i see this guy keep looking at me. he is dressed different than everyone else around here. most people are dressed like truckers and farmers t-shirt , jeans , ball-caps (you know). this guy is wearing a tie. looks slightly "not right" in a shifty eyed way.

bartender brings me another beer.
"guy over there bought you this"
me: "ok"

guy comes over.

guy: "do you know where you are ?"
me : ".. uh Rachael nevada ?"
guy: "No..do you know where you are....?"

me: "mm.. no . where are we?"
guy: "AREA 51 is a few miles down that dirt road right outside that door"
me: "what ?"

guy keeps buying me beer.
im thinking: this guy wants to get me drunk , tie me down, cover me in lotion , cut open my stomach , hook my intestines then spool them out of me onto a giant wooden thimble.

guy: how old do you think i am?
me: er. . you look about 48 or 52
guy: yea.. ive been here for a while. but i look pretty young.
im really 923 years old.

me: are you serious ? are you fucking with me?
guy: no, let me the story of how i found this place.
i was in the Arizona desert. i met an Indian Shaman who gave me an Eagle feather and told me to come HERE. I have been here ever since.

THATS WHEN I TURNED ON MY HELMET CAMERA

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