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About Houston

Methinks it’s a jest gone sour—like Pan’s twisted maze, but no magic. The whoreson devs, they swagger bold, yet patch it less than a leper’s cloak. I’d say, “Thou art pale and cold,” to its charm—dull as a blunt quill. Still, I played, ‘cos I’m a fool for grind. Exaggerate? Aye—I’d swear it’s a plague o’ pixels sent to mock me! Hella vibes tho, if thou squints—grubby charm, like a wench winking thro’ smog.

Artists - Richard Pryor

Unlike Cosby's, Pryor's world is filled with dope dealers, addicts, prostitutes, street thugs, criminals, drunks, racists, and crazed spouses, and his language.

So yeah, Pryor (us) in all its messy, witty glory—unexpected, flawed, and alive. Welcome to my world. Enjoy the ride, friend!

Karen Pryor, Guru of Positive Reinforcement, Is Dead at 92