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TRAMP: Epilogue: Memento Mori “And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding Right before the Lord All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will sing no more” ‘Seven Nation Army’ -The White Stripes Sunrise, while his host still slept Aaron quietly baptizes his face in cupped hands filled with warm water
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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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TRAMP: We All Know What Happens When You Assume And we all know what happens when you assume something. Jimmy was eagerly anticipating Morgan’s arrival because Morgan was bringing party favors, a couple of plastic bags full of sweet sticky green leaves of cannabis. Laurel was lying on her back on the floor with her
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TRAMP “Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn, If your girl starts acting up, then you date her friend.” -The Sugar Hill Gang/Rapper Delight Laurel, Morgan and her boyfriend Jimmy arrived at the hotel room after the reading at Insomnia ended. Laurel and Morgan were girlfriends who each kept boyfriends as well. From downtown it was a twenty
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TRAMP: Laurel and Morgan “I don’t know about you, but I just wanna get my kicks, Before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.” -The Lizard King Laurel, Morgan, Kelley and Crazy Chrissie were the reigning queens of the roll party scene. If they had a motto it would have been something to the effect
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TRAMP: Who Do You Read? “Writers Write.” -Paul Farmer Aaron was in awe of Trevor and Brandon when he first met them he had never met people with the ability to quote endless streams of poetry at will before and he thought that their poetry was phenomenal. They must have given him over a hundred
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chapter 19 TRAMP: Bring On The Nubilez “Let me! Let me! Let me! Let me! Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You!” -The Stranglers Laurel lived in a large two bedroom apartment in Addison, one of the financially secured northern suburbs of Dallas county, about a twenty minute drive north of the Deep Ellum.
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chapter 26 TRAMP: Sometimes A Man Simply Prefers The Honesty Of A Good Whore “I told you from the start just how this would end / When I get what I want, then I never want it again.” -Hole Mona lay with her head on Aaron’s chest, his neatly trimmed goatee tickling her forehead, as
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