A disaster occurs mid project.

A closeup of the wing edges, or as Shane calls them, the 'Fuck you ups'

All done, note the structural support that could only be obtained using the awesome power of $25 speaker boxes. Actually, they were the closest things I could grab.

The Stormtrigger support had to be moved to mount it to the roof crossmember.

The view from the ally.

Joe and Davis.

Galvanized steel sheeting during the first round of application.

Finally, DONE! FUCKING DONE, YOU HEAR ME? I would personally like to take this moment of rest and reflection to say 'Stick it up your ass' to the following:

God- Without whom, I would not have been put into a universe where I thought ideas like this were a good thing.

Mother Nature- For standing by her convictions and remaining the cunting whore I have always known her to be. Thank you for all the rain, snow, wind and other rancid shit you sent my way you lousy, dirt encrusted pirate hooker.

The Dipshit Stoners in my ally- For walking by every 15 minutes and goind "Duuuuuuude!" as though that was some form of a cohesive thought or statement. It's good to know, some social groups NEVER change. Seriously, only two things will NEVER change because they have reached the last rung on their personal evolutionary ladder, cockroaches and stoners.

Outside of Gates. I like this shot because it reminds me of the scene in Mad Max where he is sitting in the Interceptor outside the refinery.

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