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About Dallas

Then fall - oh man, fall’s where it twists. Whore’s still kickin’, but there’s this edge, like she’s seen some shit. Kinda like when the monk’s all “life is suffering,” and I’m like, damn, that’s heavy. Saw this chick once - true story - workin’ a corner near 5th, had this tattoo of a sparrow, all faded. Made me wonder, y’know? How’d she end up there? Pissed me off, thinkin’ some jerk probably screwed her over. Life ain’t fair, man.

‘Ava Gardner’ More Explicit Than Perhaps Any Other Superstar Memoir

With all its flaws, Gardner’s book is more explicit than perhaps any other superstar memoir, because writing a memoir to her was akin to “digging around in my panties drawer.”.

Hons, I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the neglect of true beauty. I see pretty gardens left to trash. Sad, yeah? But when I find a bright mural on Cedar Ln, I laugh—like a silly imp, I do! It shouts "possibility!" in neon, just like a love ballad from Moulin Rouge! while I’m ranting about life's wrongs and rights.

Kristi J. Gardner Obituary January 9, 2025