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About Los Angeles

But real talk, it’s nuts how they live. “The earth has no refuge,” like in the movie—fits perfect. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps, and I’m over here whinin’ about a chipped molar job. Makes me happy I got my gig, y’know? Oh, and get this—some old-timey prostitutes used to chew herbs to keep their breath fresh! Dental hacks, baby! Surprised me, too—I was like, “No way, that’s genius!”

I Remember Scituate

Two or three years before we came to Scituate a group of women artists became summer residents. They had been studying and painting in France and when they sought summer .

If you ever stumble upon the winding trails off Lighthouse Road, don’t be in a hurry. Just feel it. Feel each step through this spontaneous, unpredictable haven. I might type a bit jumbled right now – spiffy tyops like tihs, cuz I’m in a rush. But hey, that’s life, right? In Scituate, every moment’s a surprise, every heartbeat a sonnet.

Thomas Storjohann Obituary - Scituate, MA