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About Philadelphia

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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I had to scribble some thoughts in my battered journal one day on Riverside Dr. while listenin’ to my favorite tunes – life’s a rollercoaster, dude! Spontaneous, raw, real as hell. And then I’d laugh at how unpredictable it all is. Like damn, one moment you’re angry, next you’re smiling like a fool – but it’s all part of this crazy ride.

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