Transformation usually occurs at a crossroads.

papa legba, the gatekeeper.

12:20AM 3 miles south of the crossroads, 70 years to the day in almost exactly the same place Bessie Smith died in an automobile accident.

My life forever changed, the crossroad, the setting for my transformation. The only devil I made a deal with is this evil lil' roadster.

lightning strikes, the plastic piece of crap impeller in the waterpump quite literally explodes... my little black devil dumps its innards in a grotesque trail beginning at 100 mph and ending here. bumblefuckassnowhere. surrounded by cotton, mosquitoes, and a dreadful heavy air, that things will never again be the same.

Papa Legba don't like competition. I'm gonna run the fucker down next time.