It was at that moment that he lifted his head and looked me squarely in the eyes. It was a formidable look. Yet it was not menacing or awesome in any way. It was a look that went through me. I became tongue-tied at once and could not continue with the harangues about myself. That was the end of our meeting... It would be difficult to assess the impact of don Juan's look... never in my life had any human being stopped my momentum so swiftly and so definitely as don Juan did that afternoon. But it was not only a matter of being silenced... Don Juan's look, however, numbed me to the point that I could not think coherently. I became thoroughly intrigued with that stupendous look and decided to search for him.
--Carlos Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan
DJ: Carlos Castaneda didn't really know me. He met me once in a bus depot and made the rest up. Pretty good books. I read 'em all. Buncha crap but still entertaining.
PM: You read the Spanish translation of his books?
DJ: Nah, I'm from Phoenix, Arizona, WWII vet, I only speak good ole English from the USA. I read the originals, bought 'em used, read 'em, gave 'em away. Never rolled cigarettes with the pages, never wiped my ass on the pages, I'm not that kinda guy. I guess I'm a real Indian though, or so my mama told me.
PM: But how do you know you're the real Don Juan Matus if you only met Carlos once?
DJ: Well I'm me ain't I? Donald Matus, middle name Juan. And I'll never forget the time I met Carlos. He was asking around about his main thing, you know, back then, his main thing was acid. He was a major acid head. He was asking around everywhere, "Hey man, ya know where I can score some acid?" Of course bein' a disabled vet with lots of time spent in the VA hospital, I knew all about illegal drugs and I said, yeah, I can hook you up. I thought he was gonna shit. Of course I was lyin' to see what he'd do, he followed me around the depot like a lost puppy dog for about an hour before he realized I was shittin' him. Hell, I was just a burned up old alcoholic hangin' around in the bus depot with no place else to be. I was just entertainin' him with my googly eyes, didn't know I was gonna inspire the first page of several of his books by givin' him a funny look.
PM: But how did you know his name?
DJ: He told me his name. So I told him if he wanted to buy illegal drugs in the bus depot, he should use a fake name, and he said he already was. But it's the same fake name he put on his books. I told him my name because he told me his. Then I led him around the fire hydrant for a good hour, it was a load of fun, and I guess he never forgot it.
PM: What do you think he learned from meeting you?
DJ: Googly eyes, I guess. Pretty good books though.
PM: And what about your alcoholism?
DJ: Cured that ages ago, using Castaneda's books as inspiration.