Abigail Columbine Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

Living Room

I remember this one time—dude, totally mad moment—I was debugging my site on Broad Street (yep, that one, near the old theater, The Marquee, lit in neon glory) and this street musician started jammin’. I paused, listened, then bam!—inspiration struck like a spark in the dark. “This is the city,” I thought. “This is love in motion… a real 25th Hour moment, ya know?”

Nashville school shooter Audrey Hale wrote she hoped to make Columbine shooters proud in journal entry: report