The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 141
Story goes that Jones, who hadn’t seen Kevin in 15 years till today, had rented a room to him and his travel companion, Sonia, back in the Harmony Motel days, immediately falling into a long term, often long distance romance with Sonia.
“So, obviously, they hadn’t stayed in touch,” I inquired.
Jones: No, that’s the thing. They had. Until fairly recently. I mean, he knew she was a Pilates instructor, had a flat in New York. So when he asks me how she’s doing…
Me: Oh, shit. That’s when he disappeared…
Jones: Took it pretty hard, yeah.
Me: Jesus. Goofiest thing is how all this went down.
Jones: Impossible, really. All these tiny, peripheral events, connections—you finding this place through a complete stranger, for one.
Me: The other—the BIG other—is we weren’t even supposed to be there. Laura was supposed to meet me here.
Jones: Right. But she texts, last minute, asks if you can meet her at The Palms instead. And WHO, of all the people in the world, is working the bar—this strange little black hole dive bar 25 miles outside of 29 Palms, maybe 100 miles outside of anything else—but this guy, this sophisticated, worldly, educated guy from New York, who, 15 motherfuckn years ago, introduces me to the person diRECTly, proFOUNDly responsible for everything I’m currently devoted to doing, everything I intend to do in the future.
Me: (World stops, cats freeze, then silently resume inspecting their new yard) Yeah, well, planet Earth, eh Jones?
Jones: Planet Earth, amigo.
(Sound of Longboard bottles banging gently together)