Found in my home town is a man who I have a personal connection with. No, we are not both geniuses, and I would be lucky to have been his chauffeur or friend. We share the same birthday, which has always been a weird and misplaced sense of pride for me. And what a fantastic mural someone created. How they do that, paint big, while being close?
When I was 8 years old and living in Brooklyn, this shiny new car rode right past me, and I have been looking for her ever since. I almost fell off my motorcycle when I found my lost love in a tiny rural town in Colorado. It was as if she never left, and we were together again. In that spirit of romance I leave my reflected image in her shiny chrome. We are one!