Working every morning on memories of the road. One of the rituals I remember is proudly posing beside your car. The only thing better would have been to have a certain girl IN your car, but that was usually just part of the dream.
And when I was a kid guys got status by being able to draw flames. I wasn't very good at it. One time Wendell Havatone asked me to draw flames for a cool car and I botched the assignment.
Still trying to nail the rippling heatwaves on the horizon:
"History is the a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man."
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
