Me and my -ah- mother and father and a Grandmother and a grandfather were driving through the desert at dawn. And a truck load of indian workers had either hit another car, or just I don't know what happened. But, there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first timeI tasted fear. I musta' been about four like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead indians maybe one or two of them were just running around, freaking out and just leaped into my soul. And they're still...