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Best pop bubblegum punk I have heard in years. The Linda Lindas are killing it! Blondie, eat your heart (of glass) out! These girls are amazing! I will stop doing the worried mother act about nature of the music industry – these girls are pretty young, and the punk scene is, by definition, no playground […]
MoreThe strings are silent, the wind is up, the stars are hiding, but no matter the doors are shut, no one makes a sound. The Street outside is cracking, the tents have blown away, the dealers are all dreaming of the day. There is money being made in the shadows, money made in the car […]
MoreI should be writing today. I should be working on my book. I should be doing something that goes towards building a future for me and the kid, instead I am battling the inhumane and downright unprofessional and lazy behavior of the people who should be finding a home for me and the Boy. I […]
MoreThere are fights that happen along the road. There is times when it gets all too real, all too difficult. We had been living in the parking lot of a Walmart in Olympia, Wa. Billy’s cheques had gone awol, we didn’t have enough money for camping, we barely had enough for food and gas. I […]
MoreI often wonder what people think about the families who dwell in the shelter, from the outside looking in. I wonder what they think as they look into the parking lot seeing me, white and middle aged with Keef or Kurt or Patti emblazoned across my chest, smoking a joint with a young man who […]
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