Under the falls of Ti'lomikh there were salmon bones. The Indians used to dive under the water and put the bones there but then they're no more so the bones came from the ones swimming up. It used to be that if you flipped there and were wearing goggles you could see them. You can't see them no more. There's no water.

He asked for my I.D. so I gave it to him. This big Mexican dude. He ran it and the shit popped up. He asked me to get out and I got out then he and the other motherfuckers didn't try too hard to figure out my straps so they cut them and looked into the creekers. They started poking around, cut the seat and poked in the foam.

There ain't nothing in there.

Yeah.

I ain't lying. They looked in my subie for about an hour. I had a couple spares so I strapped one back on top and put the other in Travis.

Where do you go?

Above the dam.

Oh. He got back in and they drove off. Big Mexican dude. I drove an hour a half and rode it alone. After I got the lighter fluid and burned the 9r in the middle of 62. I kept the Scorch. The plastic bubbled in a red puddle and some of the asphalt melted too.

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I was there when they bombed Eugene. We all were. We was huddled holding little fucking pistols I don't remember the name of. They said they couldn't get the airport or else we lost but they bombed it and they was coming down from Portland at that point too because they got that airport because they bombed it too so they bombed the whole fucking thing. I didn't do nothing. I didn't fire nothing or anything.

They was all Mexican. I remember that. Damn near every single one of them. Now they fucking hate them. They still got the camps we was in up and they're placing them in there. Not the Cali Mexicans no. The real wetbacks, the ones from down South. I don't know how they made it up so far. There's nothing down there. No water. Definitely no food. There's others too. Couple blacks. Not african americans but real african blacks. Bunch of south east asians.

We're given four gallons a day. It ain't much but it's enough. They can't give the real wetbacks more than a gallon. All the rest goes to Sacramento. I can't go there. I can't leave the state. You can see the pipe and all of it's fenced but most of it's unguarded. They fly a couple light drones over it per day and if they see someone they'll just straight up shoot you. Then they'll send some motherfucker out there to repair the holes. They've started shooting the caravans too. I saw a few bodies on 99 and the holes in them looked the same like they did in Eugene. Mexicans killing mexicans. Like a fucking gang war.

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I owed him. I know I owed him. He got his brother chained to a dog post in the front lawn in a fucking diaper wearing an incredibles t-shirt looking like Sloth from the goonies. He even had one tooth.

He's a wiry motherfucker. He can't have more than seven teeth and even though he's wearing a shirt I know he got the double zz's tatted over his heart.

The beaners giving you problems?

Little bit man. Nothing I can't handle. He spat.

Yeah.

How's the boys?

They good. Holding up the best they can.

Good. He spat.

They cut your rations?

Yeah. Good amount man.

I'll get you more. You do this for me I'll get you more.

All I need to do is drive and leave it there?

Yeah. I got you an I.D. and everything. I spat.

Remember I didn't do nothing to you.

I know.

Please man, you saved my ass but I didn't do nothing to you. He spat.

I ain't gonna pin it on you. I ain't gonna pin it on nobody. We all getting out of here scot-free man. They ain't gonna be searchin us. They'll be in the camps. Like motherfucking Dachau.

Ok man. I believe you. His retard brother yanked on his chain.

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He's gonna pin it on me. Ain't no doubt in my mind. He got me in a little C.N.G. uniform with a kosch I.D. that works everywhere. Ain't no way they gonna look in the camps. He's gonna rat on me and I'll be like a fucking wetback just running from them. They'll catch me. They got my mugshot. They got my D.N.A. They got them cameras looking at your face and comparing them. You can't fake that shit for long. Either they'll catch me or he'll catch me. He's pinning it on me cause I ain't smart and I know I ain't smart but I ain't his fucking brother man. I ain't a retard drooling, yanking on a chain like some fucking chimp.

It's an army vehicle. It's a C.N.G. I.D. There's a service road next to the pipe where it's close to Ti'lomikh. The water will flow there. I know it.

They wave me in. No fucking questions just wave me in. Most of them Cali Mexicans. Like they were in Eugene. I drive a couple miles and make sure there are no guards then park next to it. I got a little water in the canteen.

We replaced the Indians then the Californians replaced us. Now the wetbacks are replacing them. I don't have no resentment towards them. There have been bones under the falls of Ti'lomikh since there have been salmon. Now there aren't any salmon. There's a digital watch behind my seat with some wires sticking out and I set it to one minute. I drink the little in the canteen. Under the falls of Ti'lomikh. I'll be bubbling in the road.