In the back and to the right. Pause there and you will feel the presence of the Demon W. David. Take a seat. The ground is fine, close your eyes and David will tell you stories, of BMWs and Vincents, he was never much of a Harley rider, but has the respect, ya know. Whiskey, or schnapps as a treat, will be a welcome gift. His injuries plague him even past death. Alcohol lessens the suffering a bit. Loosens the tongue a bit.
Big or small, if it's a machine he's fixed it. A popular drug, he's made it. He can tell you how to weld, how to drive and how to kiss. And he will listen. Invite you in to Tchuanq, and walk with you down all those old wooden stairs.
Emissions: dangerous levels
