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About Houston

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*. Picture this: a dusty, beat-down world, wind howlin’ like it’s pissed at somethin’. That’s where this whore lives, man. Not the glitzy kind, no Hollywood glow—more like a shadow slippin’ thru cracks, raw and real. “The day breaks heavy,” like Béla Tarr says, and she’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’—no fancy heels, just grit.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

Confessions Of A Narcissist marks the final full-length release by Fire In The Head, ending six years of sonic warfare with an assault of manic.

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

Joseph Carano Obituary March 23, 2025