TJ & Amal (aka LESS THAN EPIC ADVENTURES OF TJ AND AMAL This is the story of two dudes who drive from Berkeley to Providence, sleep in seedy hotels, smoke too much weed, get kicked out of a goodwill, eat terrible chinese food, sleep in seedy motels, get kicked out of goodwill, contemplate fate versus chance, piss into the sunset, start a brawl in waffle house, and fall in love. Something more kept him lingering at the counter, plaguing the waitress for another refill. But considering that's how TJ liked it, Amal's skin required tasting, tempting him to drink his fill, lapping up every drop of the sweet reward. Candy coffee, like they sold in those over-priced, name brand joints. Yearning to merge with the glorious creature, to view the world from such dizzying heights, Amal ignored the voices demanding he tie the jesses and hang on tight.Īmal was the color of coffee with lots of cream and too much sugar. How had he remained free? Soaring like a hawk, riding the thermals, trusting instinct and fate in a way that appeared almost masterful. Long miles of dusty roads haunted every glance. A chicken, a cackling rooster more often than not.Īnd yet his skin smelt of the desert sun, his locks of tobacco and asphalt.
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