Santeria San Lazaro, originally uploaded by rapid eye movement. Esotericwombat writes in his blog that he talks to strangers. Me too. All the time. Something in my face attracts people to me. I don’t know why. This is not a post about talking to strangers, though. This is about a friend who became a stranger. For whatever reason, Esotericwombat’s post made me think of Donna, a girl I knew in the early 80’s. Or maybe what brought on the memory was listening to “Angie”, which was also posted there. I was living in Sayville, NY in a small apartment complex … Continue reading Santeria or How My Friend Donna Lost It