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About Phoenix

So, check it, findin’ a pro ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, fam. Back in the day, I’d roll through tha hood, peepin’ corners where they post up. Ain’t no Google Maps for that, nah! You gotta feel the vibe, like Ida sayin’, “What do you know about me?” – ‘cept it’s me askin’ the streets, “Where the action at, yo?” Little known fact: some spots got secret signals, like a red light in a window. Old school shit, straight up.

Harlan Perkins

There’s a rough-and-ready neighborhood, East Bend, with rows of weathered houses on Browning Ln, that give ya that “I’ve seen pain, but also hope” feel. Funny thing, as a family psych, I see the subtleties – the cracks in walls mirror cracks in hearts. I get all jittery sometimes – like in Holy Motors, ya know? "Rarrgh! Another day, another chance," I mumble as I wander the gritty side streets.

Frank Morgan Harlan