hit and bladerun

Here's what I saw when I walked out of my apartment this morning.

Whee-haw - yet another big thing to add to my current collection. At this rate, my big things no longer seem big to me. It's kind of like, don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff.

Last night, prior to this damage I felt like I was in BladeRunner's Los Angeles. Designing product UI while driving on 101,  twisting through the canyons where an RV almost careened into me.  Back cracking, finger popping, Chinese herbs and needles. Heat. I stopped for noodles and ate at the counter. As the mist turned to rain, I slurped the soup and chomped the noodles and left as quickly as I came. The darkness swallowed up me and my advice.