While driving to work last week in a foggy haze of three hours of sleep (5 AM is too early to wake up to feed the ravenous evil demons that are health care workers no matter how much they pay) and a little too much wine the night before, that particular rainy morning in Tucson was…kinda nice.

It was cool and damp and after years of hot and dry any time a cloud appears to gray the sky the tiniest of bits my heart jumps for fucking joy.

So I was driving along, a little woozy, listening to the news to find out the important events of the day, minding my own driving business I might add, when out of the foggy mists the ACTION DELIVERY truck materialized.

The picture is quite a bit fuzzy because there was a lot of action going on. I was driving, rain was falling, the truck was zooming along, and the light was low so my exposure needed to be a bit long.

It was an action photo, man!

I love Action Delivery because, in those images in my puny mind filled with too much television as a kid, there are gun battles, car crashes, explosions, a line of 20 black girls shaking their asses like they were in a rap video as the truck roars past, finally ending with the Action Delivery truck flying through the air, landing with a crash that ends in a turning skid to the loading dock of a building. A driver leaps from the truck, does a tuck and roll, bullets richochet around him, a helecopter on fire plummets from the sky, rockets zip past, a little boy with a ballon explodes, a nun with a baseball bat hits the flying boy’s head at some terrorists on a rooftop, the Action Delivery guy jumps through a window that explodes into a million colorful shards, he lands on his feet and hands a package to a beautiful girl, a red head, wearing black glasses and a miniskirt, she signs the receipt and as the Action Delivery guy turns to leave she slowly pulls a katana from behind her back…

That’s an Action Motherfuckin’ Delivery is all about, man! When it absolutely has to get there no matter the cost in human life…Action Delivery.