Van Horn Story

Once my ex and I were driving to LA from Dallas, and after a full day's driving stopped in Van Horn for gas, kind of a run down, shady looking place at that time. It was near sundown, we were anxious to get to El Paso before it got too far into the night. A car came barrelling down the one crossroad from the south, a '66 Oldsmobile, kicking up dust all the way.

A couple of punkish looking teenagers got out, she had black spiky hair, he was wearing an oversized cammo jacket. The boy said "Y'all know what's up that way?" We're thinking "Probably the same kind of nothin' that's back wherever the Hell you came from," but being polite we just looked up the road, looked back at the punks, and said "No".

They got back in the Olds and drove off north into the night, kicking up dust all the way.