White Sands
I joined a gang of astrophotgraphers in New Mexico to refine my skills. Not sure I really went there for that. I just wanted to meet people who are into this shit too. We had White Sands to ourselves and visited some native petroglyphs. Sacred stuff.
As we bonded I began to explain a hypothesis I’ve been working on. That we’re all gang bangers. Since we’re made of star stuff, we’ve all been gang banging since the beginning of time if you really think about it. That’s probably what I’m telling my boy, Judd.
Our last day we visited some petroglyphs, and it all begin to click. They have been described as “ancient gang signs” by many anthropologist. Claiming their turf. The Vikings were tagging cave walls around the same time. My hypothesis seems valid.