by Jim Danielsrequires no assembly. Requires the stubborn faith of the abandoned child at the locked church door clutching his get out of jail free card. Requires the illusion of covering your tracks when no one gives a damn to start with. I felt I was off to a good start, then ended up with swearing and a preposition. That's how it works here, 6 Mile Road to 36 Mile Road, praying for the optical illusion of cliffs to justify free fall. Someone carved the history of the auto industry on a piece of rock salt. That piece of salt went on to melt a small slice of ice and contribute to the construction of the world's largest pothole. I was going to say, "That's another story," but there is no other story. Going to need some gas soon. Shouldn't be the last word but it is.
