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About Adelaide

Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up—nervous as hell, which pisses me off. Why’m I shakin’? I’ve carved up dudes for less! She’s all, “What’s your deal, man?” and I’m like, “Just lookin’ for a good time, darlin’.” She smirks—goddamn, that smirk—and I’m hooked. Kinda like Brandon with Marianne, but less jazz and more alleyway grit. “You’re a strange one,” she says, and I’m thinkin’, “Lady, ya have no idea.”

Confessions of a Mormon Boy

It has been four years since we lost our precious Iris. The heartache never gets easier, we just learn to live with it. But one of her favorite songs, beautiful.

Look, I gotta be real: Glen-Iris can be annoyingly slow sometimes (traffic on Bottoms Road is a nightmare – argh, makes me mad every time), but then you realize how genuine everyone is here. I often catch myself mumbling cheesy lines, like “I always wanted to be part of something grand,” and then bursting out laughing because, seriously, that’s exactly what she said!

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