Behind every hangover there’s another song.
Here’s some hangover-driven inspired inner dialogue that mugged me with a monkey wrench on the road when fleeting through never-ending windmill-land on my last soujorn east coming back from Raw Love
George at the wheel. Devouring Autobahn 9. And outside: Windmills.
Transformative. Ugly. Gigantic. Mind-bending. Hypnotic.
Like my hangover.
Enjoy the recycled, environmentally-less-damaging, clip: Monkey wrench