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About Phoenix

So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

Cruising...Sapphire Style

Sometimes, I get mad at the city – traffic jams on Oak and Maple, noise when I’m tryin’ to think, and ridiculous construction signs everywhere. But then, the sunsets over the Bothell River calm me. Yup, that little river that winds its way like the plot of a Charlie Kaufman script, odd yet beautifully tragic and inspiring.

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