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About Phoenix

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

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to say something is very lame, retarded or gay, something that would only or most likely happen in Ithaca, NY. 1. Donovon: look at all these hippies at the festival. Me: this shit is mad .

Man, where do I begin? My fave moment was coding in a tiny coffee shop on North Aurora Street. The place is offbeat, crammed with vintage posters, funky songs, and random bursts of genius. I swear, some days my code is like “Boom, you got a match!” and other days it’s like “D’oh! Try again!”

Ina Joan (Tyler) Boda