Macdougall sp by Randy Dunbar

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TABLE OF CONTENTS FOOD page 7

AUDACITY page 8

NATIVE page 10

HERE I STAND page 16

ANIMAL ESCAPADES page 24

Masthead President and Publisher Andy Bundar

Editor Cherise MacDougall

Executive Editor Cel Mopes

Managing Editor Zar Miyara

Deputy Editor Cherise MacDougall

Senior Editors Sitney Wuluke

Editor Emeritus Lewis H. Lapham Editor-at-Large Ellen Rosenbush Washington Editor Andrew Cockburn

Art Director Cherise MacDougall

Web Editor Joe Kloc

Associate Editor Camille Bromley

Assistant to the Editor Miranda Popkey

Assistant Editors Hasan Altaf, Winston Choi-Schagrin, Rachel Poser, Matthew Sherrill

Assistant Art Director Sam Finn Cate-Gumpert

Editorial Interns Jordana Cepelewicz, Alexander Gortman, Antonia Hitchens, Ariel Katz

Contributing Editors Ben Austen, Kevin Baker, Tom Bissell, Joshua Cohen, Thomas Frank, Nicholas Fraser, Rivka Galchen, William H. Gass, Gary Greenberg, Jack Hitt, Edward Hoagland, Scott Horton, Frederick Kaufman, Garret Keizer, Christopher Ketcham, Mark Kingwell, Rafil Kroll-Zaidi, Gideon Lewis-Kraus, Jeff Madrick, Clancy Martin, Wyatt Mason, Duncan Murrell, Vince Passaro, Francine Prose, David Quammen, David Samuels, Jeff Sharlet, Mark Slouka, Christine Smallwood, Zadie Smith, Rebecca Solnit, Matthew Stevenson, John Jeremiah Sullivan, John Edgar Wideman, Tom Wolfe

Junkie is a magazine based on surf, travel, and a gypsy lifestyle. we aim to please all genders that range anywhere from a 16 year old runaway to a youthful 40 year old travel junkie on the go. Junkie is made for those with a constant desire to explore and discover new incredible worldly sanctuaries. The cover will be either gender. Special editions of readers traveling photography will put out annually.

Contributing Artists Olive Ahyens, Lena Herzog, Aaron Huey, Samuel James, Steve Mumford, Richard Ross,

letter from the editoR

Alright. So first off I go by the name of

Cherise MacDougall and I want you to understand that adventure is everything.

From a young age I was taught to explore

not only the beauty inside of myself but the beauty that the world holds for me to find. I was urged constantly to be outside and discover anything that I possibly could and from there my love for everything the universe has to offer sparked my eternal interest. After realizing what a cool world there is I thought to myself “hmm...Why would I not share this eternal interest of mine with literally tons of other people?” and from there, you have found my baby, JUNKIE.

Of my other tons of interests my other love

is held within the world of arts. To be honest, I’ve yet to truly find out what art is but I know that colors and shapes and words excite me. What I chose to do with these things, that is my form of art.

About this issue...

Within this issue you will find two of the

greatest things in the world: animals and an up and coming photographer whom us at J U N K I E adore.

We here at the “office” have hopes that

you pick up this issue before heading out on a huge adventure to who-knows-where. If for some reason you’ve been lacking adventure in your life and you aren’t on the midst of one we hope that we can at the very least get you outside and admire all of the greatness, weirdness, and beauty that the world has been waiting to show you.

Best of luck to you and your next endeavor,

Cherise MacDougall jun kie

CONCIERGE

food audacity native /

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photo booth gastropub. Biodiesel duis placeat, kombucha elit offal waist-

cliche chambray. Ethical migas semiotics, poutine nulla bushwick mixtape

coat stumptown disrupt artisan jean shorts culpa VHS occupy dolore.

drinking vinegar waistcoat plaid hashtag ennui direct trade. Duis green juice

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carb banh mi keytar velit iPhone. Farmumami affogato mustache. Chambray

Selfies you probably havenâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t heard of them selvage fugiat nulla

Cray PBR&B synth, distillery bespoke YOLO craft beer tat-

butcher. Yuccie schlitz letterpress sint irony franzen. Reprehenderit bitters

fugiat typewriter minim vinyl, church-key elit fixie XOXO craft beer. For-

normcore cupidatat. Banh mi fap ramps beard, chillwave williamsburg com-

age deep v velit, hammock keffiyeh master cleanse culpa nihil semiotics.

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CONCIERGE food audacity native /

Shredding Clouds Apart

Adrian “Wildman”

Cenni is known for doing some crazy things, but this might be his coolest stunt yet.

While attached to a

helicopter, Wildman snowboarded through the clouds at around 6,000 feet in the air, topping speeds of 80 mph.

Happy Socks teamed up

with the stuntman to promote its latest campaign video. The viral clip is intended to encourage the idea of “total human freedom.” Well, you can’t feel much more freedom than this.

jun kie

I want to be on you, babe.

-frank frankbody.com // i.g. @frank_bod

CONCIERGE

food audacity native /

GETTING WEDGED

Newport’s ultimate alternative to a wedgie

those with loaded guns and those who dig. you dig.

collecting for the red cross. look ma i’m road kill ever

people, my friend: those with loaded guns and those

we’re going for a ride on the information super highway.

notice how sometimes you come across somebody you

who dig. you dig. this is my gun, clyde! good morning, oh

here. put that in your report!” and “i may have found a

shouldn’t have f**ked with? well, i’m that guy. we got no

in case i don't see you, good afternoon, good evening

way out of here. this is my gun, clyde! good morning, oh

food we got no money and our pets heads are falling

and goodnight. kinda hot in these rhinos. you want a

in case i don’t see you, good afternoon, good evening

off! haaaaaaarry.

guarantee, buy a toaster. we got no food we got no

and goodnight. alrighty then we’re going for a ride on

money and our pets heads are falling off! haaaaaaarry.

the information super highway. here she comes to wreck

have to ask yourself is, do i feel lucky. well do ya’ punk?

well, do you have anything to say for yourself? hey,

the day. here. put that in your report!” and “i may have

when a naked man’s chasing a woman through an

maybe i will give you a call sometime. your number still

found a way out of here. you want a guarantee, buy a

alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, i figure he’s

911? we're going for a ride on the information super

toaster.

not out collecting for the red cross. good morning, oh

highway. man's gotta know his limitations. i just heard

about evans new position,good luck to you evan back-

luck to you evan backstabber, bastard, i mean baxter.

and goodnight. are you feeling lucky punk excuse me,

stabber, bastard, i mean baxter. ever notice how some-

look at that, it’s exactly three seconds before i honk your

i’d like to ass you a few questions. dyin’ ain’t much of a

times you come across somebody you shouldn't have

nose and pull your underwear over your head. hey,

livin’, boy. your entrance was good, his was better. this

f**ked with? well, i'm that guy. Look at that, it’s exactly

maybe i will give you a call sometime. your number still

is the ak-47 assault rifle, the preferred weapon of your

three seconds before i honk your nose and pull your

911? it’s because i’m green isn’t it! look ma i’m road kill

enemy; and it makes a distinctive sound when fired at

underwear over your head. this is the ak-47 assault rifle,

well, do you have anything to say for yourself? alrighty

you, so remember it. it’s because i’m green isn’t it! ever

the preferred weapon of your enemy; and it makes a

then don’t p!ss down my back and tell me it’s raining.

notice how sometimes you come across somebody you

distinctive sound when fired at you, so remember it. you

when a naked man’s chasing a woman through an alley

shouldn’t have f**ked with? well, i’m that guy. kinda hot

see, in this world there’s two kinds of people, my friend:

with a butcher knife and a hard-on, i figure he’s not out

in these rhinos.

You see, in this world there's two kinds of

I just heard about evans new position,good

Here she comes to wreck the day. what you

in case i don’t see you, good afternoon, good evening

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HERE I STAND

A STORY OF HOW YOUNG PHOTOGRAPHER JOSHUA EARLE HAS BEEN TRAVELING YEARS TO STAND BENEATH, AT, AND ABOVE SOME OF THE MOST VIVID AND INCREDIBLE VIEWS IN THE WORLD. FROM LOSING WALLETS TO PICK POCKETERS TO GETTING LOST IN THE HIGH MOUNTAINS OF SOUTH AFRICA. JOSUHA TRULY HAS BEEN THROUGH IT ALL.

P h oto g r a p h B y J o s h u a E a r l e . W r i t t e n by C h e r i s e M ac D o u ga l l .

THE VISUAL BALLAD OF A TRAVELING PHOTOGRAPHER

lake Garda. Italy. jun kie

They were true idealists, from New England. But that is some time ago: before the War. Several years before the War they met and married; he a tall, keen-eyed young man from Connecticut, she a smallish, demure, Puritan-looking young woman from Massachusetts. They both had a little money. Not much, however. Even added together it didn’t make three thousand dollars a year. Still--they were free. Free! Ah!--freedom! To be free to live one’s own life! To be twenty-five and twenty-seven, a pair of true idealists with a mutual love of beauty and an inclination towards “Indian thought”-meaning, alas! Mrs Besant--and an income a little under three thousand dollars a year! But what is money? All one wishes to do is to live a full and beautiful life. In Europe, of course, right at the fountain-head of tradition. It might possibly be done in America: in New England, for example. But at forfeiture of a certain amount of “beauty”. True beauty takes a long time to mature. The baroque is only half-beautiful, half-matured. No, the real silver bloom, the real goldensweet bouquet of beauty, had its roots in the Renaissance, not in any later or shallower period.

They both painted, but not desperately. Art had not taken them by the throat, and they did not take Art by the throat. It was some sort of submissive relationship with what they truly loved, completely. They painted: that’s all. They knew people--nice people, if possible, though, one had to take them mixed. to others it made no sense. But they were happy.

Such is freedom--a clutching of the right pole. And he despises the man who is a mere potato, or lump of wood. Our idealists were frightfully happy, but they were all the time reaching out for something to cotton on to. At first, Paris was enough. They explored Paris thoroughly. And they learned French till they almost felt like French people, they could speak it so glibly.

THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL THE LESSONS I’VE LEARNED FROM TRAVEL IS THAT NO MATTER HOW HIGH OR LOW YOU GET IT TAKES A LONG DEDICATED JOURNEY OF RIGHT AND WRONG PATHES TO GET THERE.

Therefore, the two idealists, who were married in New Haven, sailed at once to Paris: Paris of the old days. They had a studio apartment on the Boulevard Montparnasse, and they became real Parisians, in the old, delightful sense, not in the modern, vulgar. It was the shimmer of the pure impressionists, Monet and his followers, the world seen in terms of pure light, light broken and unbroken. How lovely! How lovely the mornings in the old streets and by the flower-stalls and the book-stalls.

Still, you know, you never talk French with your soul. They don’t buy it. It can’t be done. It just can’t. And though it’s very thrilling, at first, talking in French to clever Frenchmen. And they still had so much in their lives. They still had Italy--dear Italy. And they still had freedom, the priceless treasure. And they still had so much “beauty”. About the fullness of their lives they were not quite so sure. They had one little boy, whom they loved as parents should love their children, but whom they wisely refrained from fastening upon, to build their lives on him. No, no, they must live their own lives! They still had strength of mind to know that.

But they were now no longer so very young. Twenty-five and twenty-seven had become thirty-five and thirtyseven. And though they had had a very wonderful time in Europe, and though they still loved Italy-dear Italy!--yet: they were disappointed. They had got a lot out of it: oh, a very great deal indeed! Still, it hadn’t given them quite, not quite, what they had expected; Europe was lovely, but it was dead. Living in Europe, you were living the past because you always slept in.

HERE I STAND 19

Lake Sienna. South Africa.

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HERE I STAND 20

they were true idealists, from New England. But that is some time ago: before the War. Several years before the War they met and married; he a tall, keen-eyed young man from Connecticut, she a smallish, demure, Puritan-looking young woman from Massachusetts. They both had a little money. Not much, however. Even added together it didn’t make three thousand dollars a year. Still--they were free. Free! Ah!--freedom! To be free to live one’s own life! To be twenty-five and twenty-seven, a pair of true idealists with a mutual love of beauty and an inclination towards “Indian thought”--meaning, alas! Mrs Besant--and an income a little under three thousand dollars a year! But what is money? All one wishes to do is to live a full and beautiful life. In Europe, of course, right at the fountain-head of tradition. It might possibly be done in America: in New England, for example. But at forfeiture of a certain amount of “beauty”. True beauty takes a long time to mature. The baroque is only half-beautiful, half-matured. No, the real silver bloom, the real golden-sweet bouquet of beauty, had its roots in the Renaissance, not in any later or shallower period. Therefore, the two idealists, who were married in New Haven, sailed at once to Paris: Paris of the old days. They had a studio apartment on the Boulevard Montparnasse, and they became real Parisians, in the old, delightful sense, not in the modern, vulgar.

It was the shimmer of the pure impressionists, Monet and his followers, the world seen in terms of pure light, light broken and unbroken. How lovely! How lovely the nights, the river, the mornings in the old streets and by the flowerstalls and the book-stalls. They both painted, but not desperately. Art had not taken them by the throat, and they did not take Art by the throat. They painted: that’s all. They knew people--nice people, if possible, though one had to take them mixed. And they were happy.

Yet it seems as if human beings must set their claws in something. To be “free”, to be “living a full and beautiful life”, you must, alas! be attached to something. A “full and beautiful life” means a tight attachment to something--at least, it is so for all idealists--or else a certain boredom supervenes; there is a certain waving of loose ends upon the air, like the waving, yearning tendrils of the vine that spread and rotate, seeking something to clutch, something up which to climb towards the necessary sun. Such is freedom--a clutching of the right pole. And human beings are all vines. He is a vine, and he needs to clutch and climb. And he despises the man who is a mere potato, or turnip, or lump of wood. Our idealists were frightfully happy, but they were all the time reaching out for something to cotton on to. At first, Paris was enough. They explored Paris thoroughly. And they learned French till they almost felt like French people, they could speak it so glibly. Still, you know, you never talk French with your soul. They don’t buy it. It can’t be done. It just can’t. And though it’s very thrilling, at first, talking in French to clever Frenchmen.

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ANIMAL ESCAP 24

An incredible upclose and personal preview of animals doing human things

THE PIGS

Children of the sun, see your time has just begun, searching for your ways, through adventures

every day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight, with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... wishing for The Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do ah-ah-ah, do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold.

Hey there where ya goin’, not exactly knowin’, who says you have to call just one place home.

He’s goin’ everywhere, B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear. He just keeps on movin’, ladies keep improvin’, every day is better than the last. New dreams and better scenes, and best of all I don’t pay property tax. Rollin’ down to Dallas, who’s providin’ my palace, off to New Orleans or who knows where. Places new and ladies, too, I’m B.J. McKay and this is my best friend Bear.

I never spend much time in school but I taught ladies plenty. It’s true I hire my body out for

pay, hey hey. I’ve gotten burned over Cheryl Tiegs, blown up for Raquel Welch. But when I end up in the hay it’s only hay, hey hey. I might jump an open drawbridge, or Tarzan from a vine. ‘Cause I’m the unknown stuntman that makes Eastwood look so fine.

Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist. Michael

Knight, a young loner on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent, the helpless in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

Ulysses, Ulysses - Soaring through all the galaxies. In search of Earth, flying in to the night.

Ulysses, Ulysses - Fighting evil and tyranny, with all his power. Ulysses - no-one else can do the things you do. Ulysses - always fighting all the evil forces bringing peace and justice to all.

One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one,

helping everybody. One for all and all for one, it’s a pretty story. Sharing everything with fun, that’s the way to be. One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, can sound pretty corny. If you’ve got a problem chum, think how it could be.

Ten years ago a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they

didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-team.

Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist. Michael

Knight, a young loner on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent, the helpless in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

PADES 25

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80 days around the world, we’ll find a

down, Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.

of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... wishing for The Cities of

pot of gold just sitting where the rainbow’s end-

Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The

ing. Time - we’ll fight against the time, and we’ll

Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. He’s

Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do ah-ah-ah, do-do-do-do,

fly on the white wings of the wind. 80 days around

got style, a groovy style, and a car that just won’t stop.

Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold.

the world, no we won’t say a word before the

When the going gets tough, he’s really rough, with a

ship is really back. Round, round, all around the

Hong Kong Phooey chop (Hi-Ya!). Hong Kong Phooey,

who says you have to call just one place home. He’s

world. Round, all around the world. Round, all

number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker

goin’ everywhere, B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear.

around the world. Round, all around the world.

than the human eye. Hong Kong Phooey, he’s fan-riffic!

He just keeps on movin’, ladies keep improvin’, every

day is better than the last. New dreams and better

Mutley, you snickering, floppy eared hound.

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy.

Barnaby The Bear’s my name, never call me

Hey there where ya goin’, not exactly knowin’,

When courage is needed, you’re never around.

Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the

scenes, and best of all I don’t pay property tax. Rollin’

Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest

Bear’s my name. Birds taught me to sing, when they

down to Dallas, who’s providin’ my palace, off to New

should be there for bungling at which you are best.

took me to their king, first I had to fly, in the sky so

Orleans or who knows where. Places new and ladies,

So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pi-

high so high, so high so high so high, so - if you want

too, I’m B.J. McKay and this is my best friend Bear.

geon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that

to sing this way, think of what you’d like to say, add a

pigeon, stop that pigeon. Howwww! Nab him, jab

tune and you will see, just how easy it can be. Treacle

When courage is needed, you’re never around.

him, tab him, grab him, stop that pigeon now.

pudding, fish and chips, fizzy drinks and liquorice,

Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest

flowers, rivers, sand and sea, snowflakes and the stars

should be there for bungling at which you are best.

intellectual close friends get to call him T.C., pro-

are free. La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la

So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pi-

viding it’s with dignity. Top Cat! The indisputable

la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la, so - Barnaby The

geon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that

leader of the gang. He’s the boss, he’s a pip, he’s the

Bear’s my name, never call me Jack or James, I will

pigeon, stop that pigeon. I never spend much time

championship. He’s the most tip top, Top Cat.

sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear’s my name.

in school but I taught ladies plenty. It’s true I hire my

body out for pay, hey hey. I’ve gotten burned over

Top Cat! The most effectual Top Cat! Who’s

There’s a voice that keeps on calling me.

Children of the sun, see your time has just be-

Mutley, you snickering, floppy eared hound.

Down the road, that’s where I’ll always be. Every

gun, searching for your ways, through adventures every

Cheryl Tiegs, blown up for Raquel Welch. But when

stop I make, I make a new friend. Turn around and

day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight,

I end up in the hay it’s only hay, hey hey. I might

I’m gone again. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle

with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities

jump an open drawbridge, or Tarzan from a vine.

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80 days around the world, we’ll find a pot of

gold just sitting where the rainbow’s ending. Time - we’ll fight against the time, and we’ll fly on the white wings of the wind. 80 days around the world, no we won’t say a word before the ship is really back. Round, round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world.

THE PRIMATES

There’s a voice that keeps on calling me. Down

the road, that’s where I’ll always be. Every stop I make, I make a new friend. Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down, Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.

Hey there where ya goin’, not exactly knowin’,

who says you have to call just one place home. He’s goin’ everywhere, B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear. He just keeps on movin’, ladies keep improvin’, every day is better than the last. New dreams and better scenes, and best of all I don’t pay property tax. Rollin’ down to Dallas, who’s providin’ my palace.

“They actually bullied one specific mate and refused to let him into the water.”

Barnaby The Bear’s my name, never call me Jack

or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear’s my name. Birds taught me to sing, when they took me to their king, first I had to fly, in the sky so high so high, so high so high so high, so - if you want to sing this way, think of what you’d like to say, add a tune and you will see, just how easy it can be. Treacle pudding, fish and chips, fizzy drinks and liquorice, flowers, rivers, sand and sea, snowflakes and the stars are free. La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la, so - Barnaby The Bear’s my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear’s my name.

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy.

Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. He’s got style, a groovy style, and a car that just won’t stop. When the going gets tough, he’s really rough, with a Hong Kong Phooey chop (Hi-Ya!). Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. Hong Kong Phooey, he’s fan-rif Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist. Michael Knight, a young loner on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent, the helpless in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are

always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, it’s a pretty story. Sharing everything with fun, that’s the way to be. One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are always ready. One for all and all for one, helping everybody. One for all and all for one, can sound pretty corny. If you’ve got a problem chum, think how it could be.

Mutley, you snickering, floppy eared hound.

When courage is needed, you’re never around. Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest should be there for bungling at which you are best. So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon. Howwww! Nab him, jab him, tab him, grab him, stop that pigeon now.

80 days around the world, we’ll find a pot of

There’s a voice that keeps on calling me. Down

Barnaby The Bear’s my name, never call me Jack

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80 days around the world, we’ll find a pot of

Top Cat! The most effectual Top Cat! Who’s

intellectual close friends get to call him T.C., providing it’s with dignity. Top Cat! The indisputable leader of the gang. He’s the boss, he’s a pip, he’s the championship. He’s the most tip top, Top Cat.

Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dan-

gerous world of a man who does not exist. Michael Knight, a young loner on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent, the helpless in a world of criminals who operate above the law.

One for all and all for one, Muskehounds are

Ten years ago a crack commando unit was

sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem and no one else can help, and if you can find them.

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The journey goes on.

Safe Travels,

-JUNKIE

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