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  1. The Wednesday Streets of East Philly: story one - Young Dog Trap

    When I grew up, we ate cheesesteak, root for the Eagles, watched Fresh Prince, and went down the corner to see what Dog Trap was up to. Of course, back then he was called Skirt Cone. We were ten.

    Skirt was a middle child of eight and he talked like it. He knew everything and he was loud. And when he was funny, he was funny. But we only got to see him every other year, before he'd wear his moms out and she'd pack him up and send him to his dad in Red Hook, who it turn only put up with
    Tags: cats, philly
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  2. on the topic of boobies

    RE: 46237

    Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah Zip your lips like a padlock And meet me in the back With the Jack and the jukebox I don't really care where you live at Just turn around, boy, let me hit that Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat Just show me where your dick's at Music starts, listen hot stuff I'm in love with this song So just hush, baby, shut up Heard enough Stop, talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah ...

    Updated 22 Sep 2010 at 01:08 AM by Doc Holliday

    News and Culture , Personal
  3. How did I get here?

    I have toyed with lucid dreaming in the past. And I went on a good run of spotting my dreams, then manipulating them -- more often than not for sex -- I was eighteen.

    So, last night I had a dream. And in it, I left work at lunch, sold a CD, and while sleepy, and not paying attention, I hit a pedestrian.

    I hit the breaks and stopped.

    But not in time to avoid hitting her. There were kids in the road, too. I didn't hit those, as far as I know.

    Updated 27 Jul 2010 at 01:57 AM by Doc Holliday

  4. Why I Hate Editing

    Let's say when you die, you get to write your own eulogy. But you can't just make shit up. You have to use what's there.

    You look back on every sec of your life with a comb and magnifying glass, every detail, every mistake. And you can't re-do or change any of it. You can just manipulate it or hide it.

    But hiding it is not that simple. You have to hide it really good... where no one is looking, notices and wonders, "Hey! What just happened there??" So, ...

    Updated 21 Jul 2010 at 01:06 PM by Doc Holliday

    Movies, TV, and Music , Personal
  5. The Rain in Tupelo Ln Flows Mainly to the Drain.

    I just ran 2 miles in about 25 mins in hard rain. I need a weatherproof stopwatch.

    I learned three things, today:

    One. I can run 2 miles non-stop, again.
    Two. What it means for a storm drain to be at full capacity. Tupelo Ln is a mile road, downhill, running 2-3" deep, traveling faster than I could, with one drain. It's a small, residential, untrafficked road, so I ran in the road (against traffic, of course), shoes pounding, ankle deep in water, and when ...

    Updated 02 Jul 2010 at 10:14 PM by Nick

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