Mari Altamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So yeah, whore’s a legend in my book. Cringey? Maybe! But I’m all, “Yay, humanity!” - flaws and all, just like *A Separation* teaches us. Whore’s real, messy, and I’m here for it!

Accounts of the concert

Yes, this was taken at Altamont, the all time rock festival bummer and setting for still the greatest of all rock snuff flicks Gimme Shelter.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

Rural Altamont Home Destroyed by Fire