Wuthering Travels

Interstate 95, white lines, tarmac, Atlantic City, Library of Congress, judges, warrants, Savannah, southern states, motorcycles & a girl. After speaking with my attorney, I headed south for a few days. That was all I had before turning myself in. My life until then unfurled like tarmac stretching across the eastern seaboard, white lines extending north and south between New York and Miami on Interstate 95.