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About Phoenix

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

How Richard Pryor Became America’s Comic Prophet of Race

Richard Pryor grew up in the brothels and homes of his paternal grandmother Marie, a formidable woman who imprinted him with her fearlessness, her capacity for violence, her sense of .

Oh, and by the way, pardon the typos—here’s a few for ya: hesr, relly, wit, smoe, etc. Just my way of keepin' it real.

Pryor woman arrested for taking juvenile to fight, faces child neglect charges