December 2009
8 posts
Christmas
After having family over on Christmas Day my sister Roseanne and I headed over to our 2nd family, the Walshes. We usually end every holiday there, grubbing off their deserts and alcohol. This year, James asked us to bring an instrument as we were going to sing Christmas songs in the living room. Roe brought out the tin whistle she brought me from her trip to Colonial Williamsburg, and when we...
Cookin' with Coolio
Iris: i feel so bad for coolio
Iris: but props for hustling
Iris: hustling his whole failure of a career
“Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.”
Walker Evans
The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is desperately sick: who can know it?
