Halloween Day, 2009.

I sped through the merge, racing to give the Moon a place to rest by the time the Sun went down… and I cut off the wrong person in doing so. Within seconds I was dizzied by spinning lights and had to pull over to gather my wits. He followed and stormed out of his vessel, looked me dead in the eye and bellowed, “What a stupid goddamn move that was!” With a justifiably angry authority he lectured me thoroughly and demanded to know me personally so he could write about me too. I complied by using a sheet of plastic from another land – that was “as good as dog shit” as far as he was concerned – to paint his face an even angrier shade of red. It was going to be a very bad day for me. I fumbled to justify my actions, but he had no time for it. “Quit pulling my pisser!”, he interrupted. I was fucked. He knew it and I knew it.

Then, all of a sudden, the tides turned within him. Maybe it was because of my pure intention in the name of the Moon, of whom the tides are her domain. Whatever it was, his frustration faded to a chuckle. I was confused. He shrugged and advised me to take care of my faults as he opened the hatch to board his vessel again. I cocked my head back in disbelief and with a heart awash with gratitude I asked his name.

“Sixty-six”, he said.

Thank you, Sixty-six.