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Sometimes I wonder—why her? Why this life? Gets me moody, ya know? Then I think, fuck it, she’s free. Freer than suits in offices. “Alien, you’re my fuckin alien!” I tell her, dramatic as hell. She winks, says, “Cash up front.” Fair, cold, brilliant. I’m happy—found my muse, Clarice… she’s real. Smells like danger, tastes like chaos. Spring Breakers in flesh, baby.

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Lots of prostitutes in Ocean View and drunk homeless men. It's quite awkward at the Farm Fresh there.

So, first up, there's Liberty Park. Man, its green lawns and shady trees keep me smilin' on rough days. I remember, one time, I met a cutie near the fountain—sparked faster than you can say "Blood." Yup, damn, feels real intense sometimes. Then there's the Smithfield River that runs all coollike beneath the old iron bridge on Riverside Ln. Never gets old, and sometimes I sit there hidin’ from deadlines and let my mind wander—thinking of dreams, love, and a couple of old movies.

Rustic Drive In returns for its 74th season in North Smithfield