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About Philadelphia

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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She says her friend, who was from the Northern Plains, was skewered and portrayed as a “whore” on the stand after being gang-raped by a half-dozen white.

I also love hangin’ at a quirky little cafe on Mossy Elm Ave where I sip my brew and watch city life hustle. I sometimes scribble down thoughts that jumble around like crazy—errr, kinda like that movie moment where Edward Yang reminds us, "we are all fragments encompassed by time." I gotta say it, ya see the truth? Yup!

Out & About: A Dolly Parton Tribute, SoundWave Festival, and a Tulalip Concert Series