It all started while hustling a jet black Mustang along the 250 miles of backroads from Detroit to Gaylord, Michigan during the fall of 1985. The philosophy and nugget for what was originally going to be one fiction book.
What would people look like from a very different perspective? Would their actions be understandable? Would the passage of their lives even register on a much smaller and relatively alien conscious?
Given the choice of the love of your life and following the destiny, which would you choose?