04/06/2022
The sun is slowly setting over the San Jacinto Mountains and The Roots are playing “Act Too.” It’s Saturday, April 28th, 2001. The Roots had just brought out Mos Def and Talib Kweli to do some Blackstar songs. I like that album. I’m feeling it. I’m on a combination of 5 mushrooms, half a Green Mitsubishi, 4 Coronas and two hits off a very not exciting strain ma*****na - getting ready to slowly crescendo into the evening.
Out of the crowd in front of me appears a caucasian girl in a blue wig, neon blue bikini and blue butterfly wings. She twirls and spins in front of me as the strings of “Act Too” play on. We make eye contact as she dances. Is this real? She’s holding a tube of sunscreen, puts one drop on her finger and dances towards me. I’m holding a backpack over my right shoulder. She rubs the drop of sunscreen into the pinky on my right finger. We are staring at each other. I nod and she nods enthusiastically. Then twirls away into the crowd and I never see her again. I often think about her. Where is she? Why sunscreen if the sun is setting? I appreciate the concern though and hope she is well.
