The Day the Sun Shit

The sunshine ran down our windshield and pooled on the blade.

Where you at?

Sometimes not even the satellites know....and rarely do we.

The Road on top of the Road

Sometimes the road doubles, from side to side, and rarely atop of itself. Don't get on as it won't stop till the cargo that you're shotgunning with gets to where it needs to be. Even when it's just five lone planks of wood, ill strapped down; you're just along for the ride.

The Never Ending Road...

... stretches forward and back; but rarely side to side: a constant one point perspective existence.

This Is How We Work in New York City

Clean the road and then paint it? No time, ain't my job! These lines need laying.....

Hello, this is Big Jobs Only

Mid Town Paris Bender

The heat of the city causes craziness to happen: men dressed in full pink, undercover cops plowing fatso's into newspaper boxes and sometimes it all just melts. Right before your eyes.