Just 2 rustbelt boys wearing White T shirts in the summer Sitting in the Subaru freewheeling Down the expressway going 1,000,000 MPH in Pittsburgh. Midday sun glowing thru the muggy sky over the looming UPMC skyscraper like my damn Guardian Angel . Windows down elbows jutted up on out … A/C’s broke. Car’s broke . Wallet’s broke. & i may be down .. But 1 day ill be Up

The often unstated horrors implicit to being deep in the rust belt. Traversing some obscure Western PA township found along the orbit of the Pittsburgh metropolis like Moon or Washington or 84 or Imperial and some Thing lurches in front of your car so that you can’t avoid it and it can’t avoid you and you don’t even have the time to register what’s actually happening before you feel the crash and the airbags go off. You’re stumbling around in the dark with zero cell reception and the nearest functional phone is within the bounds of an Exxon gas station 3 miles away. The lights are on but the doors are locked. Or you’re driving through Mount Vernon OH & promptly chased around and threatened and harassed by some guy who has convinced himself that you’re gangstalking his innocent wife and daughter just because you have a loud car. Last night we were on Weston’s porch down in Pittsburgh and a Dodge Durango circled the block before coming back and just unloading a magazine at the house across the street. 2:00 AM on a Thursday night. 15 feet from us on the porch. Me and Soggy & a few others. Maybe about 15 feet away… Close enough that it only made sense to assume they were shooting at us

Boyracer Romance at the Sheetz … just two Honda Boys at the Pump, But we could be more, Oh we could be So much More, Youre beautiful, I Love You

FULL MOON Pale midnight fluoresence Illuminating backroads Ohio landscape ,,, off in the Distance of the Sunoco parkinglot phantoms and Spirits reveal themselves