Arizona is a nightmarish post apocalyptic landscape…much like Detroit. Flat, devoid of trees with all the personality of a one legged pedophile clown, scoring crack at a truck stop. Riding its roads you have a vision of what the whole planet will look like in twenty years; hot, sandy, bone dry and full of people from Arizona. Off in the distance a double wide trailer (which will at some time in the near future, be referred to in police files as “burnt out abandoned meth lab”) sits surrounded by a collection of wreaked, dilapidated vehicles in various forms of disrepair. Never to be used but never to be discarded. Much like that condom that hooker gave me in Vegas.
The Year of Living Aimlessly. 