Low Voltage Part II

Cliché, nostalgic sadness of leaving behind a gold mine. In this case, classic-car-filled warehouse. Just to face concrete desert with gray sun indicating 12pm. Bob Ross Deus Ex Machina saved it with miraculous reminiscence of vermouth hiding somewhere in my backpack. White sucker’s a bit too sweet for such weather and hits like an ungrateful brat. … More Low Voltage Part II

Don’t crash!

Early 2000’s were a magical time for hatchbacks. Romanticism and craziness of Group B fever, came back as a flashback with everyone’s confusion because apparently, future arrived. And yet, considering Madonna’s “Music” reaching the top of charts not as much changed. Clock was broken, new millennium, a blank first page on the next chapter of … More Don’t crash!

Low Voltage Part I

Risen early. Rolled out of bed. Hit the ground like a stone. Tip-toeing on creaking wood came out on the balcony to take in precious dose of 5am air. Craving settled. Laid my butt on cold-hearted tiles, released breath. Strange, heavy aftertaste of coal, and morning hunger. One red as a starter. Refreshment of another … More Low Voltage Part I

The Cursed Flathead

Somewhere around 1980’s, the tide of competitive sports started to break. Superhuman results along with technology to back them up, created beautiful spectacles of agility  dancing around Olympic stadiums. Only few could stand on the same line, sacrificing resources, burning up healthy youth. Steroid control crawled on all fours, pros were given more grippy surfaces, scientifically proven … More The Cursed Flathead