Eight passengers, one "beastly" van, going exactly where they plan to go-or precisely where they didn't think they would. A story of a man with a cross, a man in a suit, a woman who refuses to speak, a woman clutching a pocketbook, a gangster, a fag, a man with dreadlocks, and an elderly man journeying both forward to the destination set out for them, and backwards through the checkpoints of their past, all while telling tales that are both specious and obviously false. Or neither.Comprised of flash fiction pieces that stand distinct yet weave together to form a cohesively dissonant story, Marquis Bey presents an unbridled meditation on the believability of self-authored stories, and implicitly interrogates matters of race and the "act" of blackness.