ROAD TRIP! Pencil on paper bag. © Dec 29th 2011. By Leighton Kelly i decided when i looked upon the city early this December, on my birthday, from a tall mountain that i was sure that i did not want to be in SF for the new years. after all, i am a grown ass man and have no time for this madness. instead i am going down south to a dirty desert party (no, not that one) in a strange part of the world called Slab City. it’s an old abandoned military base where eccentric and general outcasts have dug in to make it their home. a strange and wild place covered in mysterious artifacts of an abandoned time. located next to the Saltan Sea which itself is mysterious and abandoned, a vast lake which kills more wild life than it supports acting numerous aquatic corpses on its shore. this place in the world is one where the  true weirdos and freaks flock to find comfort in numbers.  i guess it was fitting that i find myself following a caravan of beautiful miscreants and wayward travelers to the end of the world. which is fitting cause its the end of the world.  or maybe its next year.  yeah, its always next year.

ROAD TRIP!

Pencil on paper bag. © Dec 29th 2011. By Leighton Kelly

  • i decided when i looked upon the city early this December, on my birthday, from a tall mountain that i was sure that i did not want to be in SF for the new years. after all, i am a grown ass man and have no time for this madness. instead i am going down south to a dirty desert party (no, not that one) in a strange part of the world called Slab City. it’s an old abandoned military base where eccentric and general outcasts have dug in to make it their home. a strange and wild place covered in mysterious artifacts of an abandoned time. located next to the Saltan Sea which itself is mysterious and abandoned, a vast lake which kills more wild life than it supports acting numerous aquatic corpses on its shore. this place in the world is one where the  true weirdos and freaks flock to find comfort in numbers.  i guess it was fitting that i find myself following a caravan of beautiful miscreants and wayward travelers to the end of the world. which is fitting cause its the end of the world.  or maybe its next year.  yeah, its always next year.