Did this for a book cover for Tim Adams, who is living in Spain, but he’s from Northern California, where this story is mostly set. It’s a wraparound.
Trying to work up some kind of scathing indictment of the whole automobile centered capitalist culture that is killing us all. This is some of that; kind of looks like a pile of skulls, right? That’s a Packard Caribbean, or the remains thereof, which figures in the story, which is about friendship, love, loss & fast cars.
All New Mexico
is apparently on fire
fly firebombers fly.
Now it’s the 4th of july weekend in the year 2011 .
We have moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico.
We live in an apartment, half a block from Route 66, the Mother Road.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Everybody else is on their way now to Black Rock City. This year I’m not going. I’ll be back on the other side of the looking glass, i.e. watching it on a computer monitor, which is how I experienced it for about 10 years before I got to go. 