Diary
Sean Wilsey: Going Slow, 17 July 2008
“... he’d know not to jump out. Michael dressed like an architect: thick glasses, black pants and a white shirt, the two colours separated by a belt with a brushed steel buckle. He’d met Charlie, but this was his first look at the truck. ‘Hello Charles,’ he said to Charlie, then remarked: ‘I like the shotgun rack.’ ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘It’s also ... ”