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Me, I’d prolly trip over my own feet walkin’ in—D’oh!—and spill beer everywhere. Made me mad once, hearin’ how some girls get stuck there, trapped-like. Pisses me off, man! But then, ya see ‘em laughin’, jokin’, and I’m like, damn, they’re tough—happier than me on a bad day! Surprised me, for sure. “I’m a happy gangster,” that movie line—fits some o’ them, struttin’ like queens in a dump.

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Stripes had a negative association to the medieval mind, appearing chaotic and disordered. The insane wore stripes, as did prostitutes, criminals, jugglers.

Now, the river, the Silverbrook slithers through downtown. I’ve spent miffed afternoons there, counselin’ women who need that extra spark. Ever seen the Old Wharf? That dock makes you feel like you're on a trip to another dimension. Holy shit, it’s nostalgic!

A Lifetime In Red And White: The Lindisfarne Discussion