Three intergalactic nymphets scour the Australian prairies in their orange PVC miniskirts, abducting men, women, and animals for joyrides and girly ha-ha’s.
The tension between Leroy’s heart-on-his-sleeve demeanor, and the will-he-or-won’t-he-survive-it drama, make Road Story a sort of postmodernistic Easy Rider.
it was evident that above all else, he gave a shit. He was a fan of rock ‘n’ roll who possessed a gifted script of prose and a heady background in lit. to boot.
As the title implies, it is a dichotomy – between hope and despair, anger and exhilaration, acknowledging the past while leading the charge into the future.
The shiny stolen BMW. Killer and Heiress. Two strangers chasing death, never having been more alive. And, beyond, wet grass, sparrows, sky. The Lust of Speed.
Back from the dead, the whirl of the underworld, where nobody ever escapes. Nobody. No body ‘cept Joey. Joey did. Joey free. Free on bail. Free to roam.