Tag: thoughts

  • Pirate Utopia in the Presence of High Way Desolation

    Last night, in Philadelphia, I fell into a Pirate Utopia entirely enabled by the construction of I-95. It was 2 a.m. in the morning and we played music loud with the front door open. The rest of the buildings on the block had long since crumbled away from the negative effect of the huge berm […]