{"id":286,"date":"2017-04-02T13:48:00","date_gmt":"2017-04-02T13:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2017\/04\/02\/my-u-turn-to-superior"},"modified":"2021-09-22T04:04:49","modified_gmt":"2021-09-22T11:04:49","slug":"my-u-turn-to-superior","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=286","title":{"rendered":"my U-Turn to Superior"},"content":{"rendered":"
A thousand times have I passed by the U-Turn sign that would take one to the town of Superior<\/a>.<\/div>\n
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It was on trip one thousand and one that I grabbed the steering wheel and took a hard right into creepy.<\/a><\/div>\n
The clock was showing just past five o’ clock, but the empty street had signs that the workday had ended years ago.<\/div>\n
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The Arizona sun had beat down particularly hard here, as not even the scorpions were present on the dusty and crumbling buildings along Main Street.<\/div>\n
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I walked on down the road….<\/a><\/div>\n
I see the past frozen in a busted neon Bus sign, the faded artwork on the side of a hotel, the carcass of a picked over coyote lying in the gutter.<\/div>\n
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Motorcycles are circled like wagon wheels in front of what appears to be the only working establishment, the local bar. You can hear Mexican music crackling from a distant radio, and the clinking of beer bottles coming from inside.<\/div>\n
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Dark strangers look up from their drinks at me with harsh eyes.<\/div>\n
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I turn my attention to the sound of a car coming down the street. Two men with long, dirty hair whipping around their sunburned faces give me a look that stops my heart, then they disappear into the desert.<\/a><\/div>\n
Superior is a place for lost souls to live out their retched and disturbed existence. That feels a little to comfortable for my liking.<\/div>\n
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I’m not yet ready to admit myself to this dark and haunting world, and hightail it out of Superior.<\/div>\n
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My soul is not yet ready to be confined in a prison of snake oil.<\/div>\n\n\n
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