Tag: Stories
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L.A. Woman at the Door
Driving down your freeways midnight alleys roam. Cops in cars, the topless bars. Never saw a woman so alone. Motel money murder-madness.
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How We Went to Vegas and Won $8
If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man. You win some, lose some, it’s all the same to me. The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say.
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A Road Trip Through The Desert
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings.
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San Francisco Adventures
From Ocean beach to the clam chowder at Fisherman’s wharf, the whole city is filled with stories united by the salty wind from the ocean.
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The Boneyard
Decommissioned planes are brought to this boneyard in Tucson, Arizona because of dry climate and hard desert soil. It’s easier to preserve the machines in
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What French Cinema Has Taught Me
Did you know Robert Mapplethorpe thought that ‘magic’ disappears from a photograph when you start talking about it? Sometimes I tend to agree with that.
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A Sort of Fairy Tale
A road trip from Nevada to Arizona and California. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of
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The Old Fisherman’s Tales
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name
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Why I Decided to Stay in Brooklyn
One day the landlord came to my Brooklyn home to do some small repairs. He was a senior black man with really nice manners, very calm and polite.