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TRAMP Plastic Bullets and Butterfly Knives “am I hard enough? am I tough enough? am I rich enough? am I just too blind to see?” – Rolling Stones An evening at Levi and Karla’s’ was always a night of drunkenness and chaos. A poor white trash version of ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolfe.’ Aaron mostly
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TRAMP: Maybe it was hubris Maybe it was hubris that made him date her, he thought to himself. His wanting to be certain that she was well fucked after the disastrous first night together. Maybe if he hadn’t blacked out mid-coitus, he wouldn’t have felt somehow obligated to hang out with her and her horny-assed
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TRAMP: Keeping It Real “The greatest gift is a potion of thyself.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson Erika was the image that popped into your mind when you heard the words radical lesbian feminist. She looked like a cliché of a dyke. The type that took women’s studies courses seriously. Memorized the S. C. U. M. Manifesto
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I was 12 the first time I was ever held at gun point I was 12. It was the first summer I got to work with my older brothers moving company on a move job. Getting to go do real work at that time I felt honored. It made me feel like I was a
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The reason we walked a half mile to the drug store after midnight on a cool fall night it really is my fault. You see I write longhand in a black and white speckled notebook and tonight I have run out of India ink for my fountain pen. It is nothing special as far as
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TRAMP: Eat The Pussy Aaron, can I ask you a personal question? The big man in Dickeys and Timberlands, wearing a blue, black, and grey plaid shirt with only the top button fastened, his pot belly covered by a white wife-beater. Dion adjusted his large rectangular glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his
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TRAMP: Darling Nikki “Do you want him?! Or do you want me?! ’Cause I want you!” — Prince “You can’t ask me that. You don’t have the right to ask me that question.” Nathanial Percival Robertson III was getting more pissed off with each evasive syllable that came out of his fiancée Mona’s mouth. “Yes,
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chapter 11 TRAMP: A Song Ain’t Nothing But A Poem Set To Music – Hank Williams Xavier had been working security here since they renovated the Santa Fe building and turned the old warehouse into lofts. The place had been renovated with the help of taxpayers’ dollars for Dallas’ burgeoning urban chic. It was an
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chapter 44 excerpt titled “Isaiah Jones vs the Sea (A 21st Century Odyssey) Tainted Love: The Rowing Song* ‘The Rowing Song’ Round the world and home again That’s the sailor’s way Faster faster, faster faster There’s no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There’s no knowing where we’re rowing Or which
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