I Love It Too

No crushed skulls, who could defend it? Another Mexican cusp industry, god bless 'em. Not that the trifecta has been kind, but what geography and people. You can't hold back demographics or the dreams of the lonely commuted, locked in the long dance of the ringed roads, feeders, almost home, now. Long long vans, gray film, hunted and darting, stunting, locking up, braking, faking, the big swerve. Honk if. Why do I yell so much? You didn't see that? NBC has no shame, and then it remembered...