Faithful Achates

Budapest_kunst_0060.tifYou never know what you're going to get when you walk through the door at the end of the day: maybe your city's on fire and you need to grab your dad and your belongings and your kid and high-tail it out of there before everything turns to ash and even your backyard garden is desecrated and salted. Bad news: your wife's now a ghost also. Get in a boat and sail forever, stopping occasionally to make other people sad. Always leaving from everywhere, a one-foot-out-the-door kinda dude, you make your egress in the most uncouth ways--as if to inflict the same pain you felt at leaving your home upon everyone who hosts you.[BUY La Isla Bonita]

People are afraid of people

We are the army you see through the red haze of blood