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LOC: Philadelphia, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 01
LOC: Philadelphia, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 01
Philadelphia is where I call home. Next to NYC this is one of the best people watching city in the U.S. Although I am looking forward moving to a warmer climate I will always call North Philly home. Right Bill Cosby?
I am just curious to see how many understand this story. I refuse to believe this country is as racially fragmented as others proclaim it to be. There is plenty of tolerance in the U.S. where we can understand and appreciate one another’s visions.
I wish to meet all people who share this ideology. Stop by and leave me a message and/or save me as a friend.
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If only, if only I had knew That the rules would change after the whistle blew Three point shot are now two I am penalized on the sideline for the gum I chew It is fucked up and just not fair To be told my three point shot is worth two while it is still in the air It would wrinkle your brow and twist your face If you were ejected from the game for an untied lace If I chose to leave locked a review on just twenty percent I am frowned upon and off the Queue I am sent My money has vacated my acc...
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It was Tuesday 7:45am. Amiri’s school bus was already late. You can get an idea of the type of neighborhood if I stood on the bus stop everyday with my son. Step son to be exact. The cold wind blew hard as the rush hour traffic began to quicken its pace. I had spent 36 years of my life living in or close to North Philadelphia’s Strawberry Mansion section and the winters weren’t getting any warmer. Strawberry Mansion held its own in Philadelphia as one of its toughest neighborhoods but it was...
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They always talked shit when we put them out but none of them did anything. The pretend thugs that we put out would talk so much I couldn’t tell if they are criminals or talk show host and this one was no different. What was even funnier was that a few minutes prior to his sidewalk rapping, this guy was unconscious on the club floor. These loud fake thugs never scared me much. It was the quiet ones that scared me. “Fuck dis club! Dey throwin’ me out for nuffin’, dawg!” he beefed. “C’mon youn...
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They always talked shit when we put them out but none of them did anything. We were club security, bouncers, the goon squad, club thugs or whatever you wanted to call us. But the wanna be thugs that we would put out talked so much I couldn’t tell if they are criminals or talk show host and this one was no different. What was even funnier was that a few minutes prior to all this rap, this guy was unconscious on the club floor. These loud fake thugs never scared me much. It was the quiet ones t...
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I didn't get far. There were a few inconsistencies that stopped me in my tracks. If the body was burnt black how would there still be clothes more or less hair. I even had problems with the eyes of the victim. With the body being so charred how could you even tell the color or the eyes were? The protagonist seemed a little full of herself but I believe you were going for that affect. I liked that aspect. I will spare you the credits and end this now.
I like the tragedy of this piece. I am partial to how the story unravels. However, the first flashback seems out of place as it really doesn't add to the story any. I think the letter is sufficient. I have read that flashbacks are to be avoided at all cost. I don't agree completely. However there were somethings that impeded my enjoyment of your work. "After I gather myself, I’m surprised my headache is gone. It strikes me as odd, but I there’s no sense in mulling over it for too long." I thi...
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I enjoyed the piece. It achieved yours desired response. I thought of the Christmas where I could not buy the the things for my family I wanted. My only concern with this work is the title. Who was homeless? I thought the protagonist was homeless until he took the ailing man back to his hotel. Separate the note that was left behind from the narrations. I liked the imagery of the work but just thought you could have distinguished who wasn't and who was homeless in the story a little sooner in ...
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