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But lemme tell ya what gets my goat—some folks act like it’s all fun and games, and I’m over here like, “Honey, this ain’t no hoedown!” I saw this one gal—tough as nails—dodgin’ cops like she’s in a dang movie chase. Reminded me of Viggo Mortensen’s face-off in that diner—cool as a cucumber, but you know she’s scared spitless underneath. Made me sad, y’all. She’s out there, hustlin’, and I’m wonderin’—who’s lookin’ out for her? Got me all teary, thinkin’ ‘bout it.

Van Gogh and Sien

Who was that prostitute to whom Vincent brought his small bit of ear? And why did he offer it to her, asking her to take care of it? Was Vincent going to the whorehouse to see Gauguin, to try .

You gotta check out Main Square too. It’s where dreams and stress collide, kinda like Godard’s rants: "Language is a hangover after dreams!" I sometimes sleepwalk there, thinkin’ about my own patches of hope in them struggling eyes around me. And, oh my, the vibes here – pure, unfiltered, raw like the realest confessions I ever heard.

George Vincent Evans Obituary January 17, 2025