The Blue Bolt Express

Here is the perfect home for those perpetually perturbed by life in New York Above.

Here is where in your darkest hours, the writing on the wall can show you the way.

Here is where boys become men, and where the scared either die a grim death or get over themselves.

Here is heat, hot in the winter and sweltering in the summer.

Here is simplicity: You follow the rules, because death is the only other option.

Here there is only one rule: Survival. Beyond that there are no laws, no heros, no one coming to save you from your demons.

Here is ritual, here is religion. And here the proverbs need not be spoken.

Here is the gateway to Creation. Reinvention. Solitude. Soul building hours alone in the darkness left with nothing but your brain, a camera and a memory card… and the grim reality that yes, sooner or later one of the above will run out…