Tramps Like Us

“In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run!”

I’m obsessed with anything nomadic… buddha, gypsies, native american horse tribes, pirates, bikers, tramps, et cetera.
Art and music consumed my being my entire life until the undeniable need for freedom hit in the form of a travel bug…now i live to experience the world.

Join me.