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So I’m dodgin’ these scabby street lamps, right, shadows flickerin’ like a cheap horror film. And there she is—some bird leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she’s auditionin’ for a noir porno. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she says, voice like gravel and regret. I’m like, “Yeah, love, but I ain’t thick enough to get skinned alive!”—cackle like a hyena, I do. Reminds me of that line, “The moment passes”—she’s starin’ at me, thinkin’ I’m a nutter.

Further Reads

I’m always chillin’ at Bakum’s Riverside Park (yeah, near the Bakuum Fluss – the chill river that seems to whisper secrets at dusk). I remember dropping by extra early one morning, heart beatin' like a malfunctioning sensor, when a couple sat arguing in slow-mo. I sorta intervened – talk about family dynamics, right? Total “finite but unbound” kinda vibe. It reminded me of that movie line, “We are all constantly being destroyed,” which sorta fits.

Vladimir Bakum Obituary (1925 - 2018) - Highland, NY - Poughkeepsie Journal