>>214246563 (OP)
It was in 1976 I think, it was at least the for sure but it might have been a year or two later those details are kinda blurry these days. I was driving route 66, I'd just graduated high school in the summer of 75 and was doing some soul searching and so I'd just been going on with the clothes on my back, doing odd jobs when I needed cash to keep going. Back in those days you could just go up to a farm and ask for work and a lot of the time they'd say yeah and you'd be able to get some cash cleaning horse stalls and such. So it was like that and one day my car broke down in the middle of the new mexican desert. Couldn't figure out what was going on but I didn't know much about fixing cars myself, so I decided to walk along the highway and try and make it to the next town to see a mechanic about it, hitch a ride if I could. I spent what feels like a couple hours in my memories of it today but really I wouldn't know, the sun was high in the sky when I started and a little less high when the truck came by, but it was being driven by what looked like a full-blooded indian man with the frayed shirt and everything. He asked if I needed a ride and I said yeah just to the next town and he let me in. I said 'how' trying to be friendy and he said it back. We shot the shit for a bit, he was a decent guy, and after a while he lit up a pipe and took a couple hits and offered it to me. I assumed it was gonna be tobacco so I smoked and my whole lungs felt like how a cut feels when you put alcohol on it. He started laughing and took the cig back and kept smoking it. I asked him what it was and he said peyote seeds, said its better than drinking it if you're doing it for fun. When we got to town I went to a bar and passed out in a booth.