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About Toulouse

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.

A Fictional History of the Knights Templar

Some days I wander around le Vieux Quartier, ancient lanes with odd little shops and graffiti art – raw and terrific. I've been known to bump into quirky characters there. Life unfolds in snippets, like the movie quotes: "We all need a life." And yes, I see visions of a brilliant future, despite chaotic past memories swirling around.

Is Joe Bradley the Heir to Picasso? A Solo Show at the Cubist’s Chateau Makes the Case He Is