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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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Oh man, the weather here is whack. Rain makes you mad sometimes, but it cleans up the soul too. I even remember walkin’ by the Duwamish River near S. Holman Street – every droplet feels like a message from the universe. Bizarre and awesome, just like a Spielberg twist.

Man in custody escapes at Sea-Tac Airport, takes light rail to Capitol Hill