Zoe Arbutus Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

Arbutus menziesii

Oh man, Arbutus (us) is wild, lemme tell ya! I’ve been kickin’ it here a while now—y'know, for real. So, listen up: there’s Maple Street, that twisty lane by the Gracious Gardens park—totally rad spot to clear your head. And oh, the old brick buildings on Cedar Avenue, they got soul, like seriously, they whisper secrets if ya listen close!

Obituary for Arbutus Kelly Caudill at EVARTS FUNERAL HOME