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“Tap, Tap, Drip, Drip”
A rainy night, a cough that won’t quit, a doctor who told me my liver sucks — and still, I sit here writing. I guess some nights the only medicine I have is the sound of rain and the words I put down. Continue reading
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“Every Shade of Purple”
A quick trip to help housekeeping turned into a purple fever dream — the night I stepped into Prince’s world. I used to work in a hotel in Beverly Hills back when I was twenty-two. I was a houseman. Some of the stories from that place and time I’ll eventually share with you guys. I… Continue reading
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“Two Brothers, Hollywood Night”
📓 Monday, October 6, 2025 – 2:51 p.m. Last night, a bit past ten o’clock, my younger brother Victor asked me to drive. He wanted to see Hollywood at night. Hollywood streets were half closed under construction — flashing cones, neon bleeding against cracked sidewalks. I drove while he sat in the passenger seat, watching… Continue reading
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