June 7, 2018

the why-the-hell-not truck

I prefer fall and winter and early spring, because it's still dark out when I drive to work.  During the summer, it's bright and perky at six o'clock, which is obscene.  So far, I haven't found a way to do anything about it.  But today, I was glad for the light, because it let me capture this:



My best guess is that it's the Nicaraguan flag, and there's either a bullet hole or the aftermath of a tiny meteorite with one hell of a trajectory in the middle of this guy's windshield.

Well ... why the hell not?  Life fucked with him and he stuck a flag in it and kept the truck moving down the road.  I love this.

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