Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
Satturge
It was a cool evening in late November. The shops and factories were closing for the day, workers getting into cars and onto buses to go home, or walking if they lived lose enough to work or couldn't afford transportation.
As the sun set on the city, the once busy streets seemed to undergo a total transformation. Children went inside for dinner, there were few to no cars on a street at any given time, most of the driving to be done already accomplished. Pedestrians disappeared into buildings and buses, the streets becoming a ghost town, populated by the occasional night owl or people making late night runs to the corner store.
But as they say, the freaks come out at nine...
It was a cool evening in late November. The shops and factories were closing for the day, workers getting into cars and onto buses to go home, or walking if they lived lose enough to work or couldn't afford transportation.
As the sun set on the city, the once busy streets seemed to undergo a total transformation. Children went inside for dinner, there were few to no cars on a street at any given time, most of the driving to be done already accomplished. Pedestrians disappeared into buildings and buses, the streets becoming a ghost town, populated by the occasional night owl or people making late night runs to the corner store.
But as they say, the freaks come out at nine...