O furious angel — guardian of souped-up Escort GTs, “Pissing Calvin” bumper stickers, Oakley blades and other sweet shades, garage weight benches, nickel bags of medicinal shit, silver-skinned aliens, favorite black Ts with the arms cut off, gravel-voiced drive-time DJs and their “Get the Led Out” twofers of Zeppelin, Skoal…
