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Oh, and don’t get me started on the johns—slimy bastards sometimes. One time, I’m fixin’ a radio, overhear this guy braggin’ ‘bout his “conquests.” Made me wanna chuck a soldering iron at his head. Chill, Morgan, chill, I tell myself. But whores? They deal with that daily and still stand tall. Fuckin’ warriors, man.

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From 13 years ago when I was playing with Rooms of Ruin. This clip is from Sounds Asylum in Middletown, Ny. Song is Whore of Winds. #.

So, walkin’ down Main St, yeah? It’s a buzz of crowds and vibes. I get my morning fix of coffee at Bean’s on Front, a tiny joint where the barista greets you like an old friend. I swear, that place makes your soul do a happy dance. Then there's Montgomery Rd – dirty old, but with heart, dude. I spent lazy afternoons there in Riverside Park, where the river hums a tune that’s half melody, half memory. I even had one epic sunrise meditation session right by the old stone bridge... it was intense, like "the network of my soul" connectin’ all dots.

More than 3,000 machinists at Pratt & Whitney go on strike in East Hartford, Middletown