Unfamiliar Night Sky's Once again.

Traveling thru time he never knew much if any familiarity :

It was all a strange night sky no matter where he went:

He woke up in an old trailer... it was by a pit with water in it.. a boat floating even, but no outlet to anywhere... but close to the ocean... what good was that?

It must of been somebody's dream once.. but now it was kind old and creepy....

Perhaps it could be construed as Charm or quaint... a real fixer upper... the corroded fittings on the boat that was partially full of rain water and had a beard of  thick slime growing on the bottom... floated in the brackish pit water....... displaying its high water line.

His old girlfriend had found this place and was having a party... of sorts.... there, yippie.. part of him  would rather be alone then in this uncomfortable feeling.

There was himself just popping in  there ... feeling a bit uneasy.. a fellow he did not really  know but knew of.. he had been gone a long time... he drove a Black Studebaker once and wore a spiffy cap... it just occur'ed to him why he had not seen him in so long... he had been in the big house..... you know College... he had just gotten married to this petite blonde girl...not exactly a spring chicken but looked pretty good.. and she drove a taxi, they had a hope in one another...  together that was nice to see.

Then there was his girlfriend that he felt did not really like him..a cold bitch.. though he was no saint either. and there was this dude he never met before sleeping on the couch.. either the cousin to one of the two others ,,,, he forgot.... it did not matter anyway, he got up looking for a drink.... not of water.

He walked around the strange place... he found a red Coffee can with a yellow emblem full of fishing hooks... he commented they were rather large and laughed what would you catch around here with such large hooks... but he and the Studebaker owner  came to a consensus that it was not always true... some years ago.. when there was more of an abundance of fish.. well they were probably quite useful.... with their extra long  barbed shank and size.

Where was his X girlfriend anyway?  Her little red car was gone... maybe she had gone to the store for Bacon..she had not said a word.. he had heard about the little native children's foot prints on the wing of the Red Cessna 310.. that were left from them pouring fuel into the wing out of cans barefoot, she was suddenly just  not there, just like her.... don't say a word and leave...

Yes the crew of them had been in the big house...  He figured, He supposed for pot dealings.. he never knew what the story really was...  he wanted no  part of it  actually ... but had heard a few story's in his day... like the above. he did have ears.  He had no interest he was roofer... it was much more fun spreading Hot Tar in the Sun for low pay, and burning your skin....... wonderful. Then thinking of easy money with a high price.

What if?  He thought......' there were no such thing as right and wrong...just differences of Opinion?' except for the heinous acts of man of course.

There was a trailer next door with the windows cranked wide open...who ever was in there could hear every word... best be careful what is said... he thought alone to himself.

His traveling  through time was interesting... but nothing or the precious to him  little was ever familiar... he looked up and did not recognize anything in the Unfamiliar Night Sky's. Once again.