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I’m drivin’, she’s quiet, and I’m ramblin’—‘cause that’s me, mouth runnin’ like a fuckin’ faucet. “You ever feel watched?” I ask, half-jokin’. She laughs, says, “All the time, big guy.” I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got balls! Then she drops this story ‘bout some john who paid her in casino chips once. Chips! Who does that? Fuckin’ degenerates, that’s who. Made me happy, though—love a good hustle.

More than 60 Charged with Moon Prostitution Crimes in 2011

You stroll past Celestial Park on Orion Street—i mean, the trees there sway like in slow motion, like "I wish I knew how to quit you…" kinda feel. Seriously, it's like the cosmos whispered that to ya. Sweet memories floodin' me back from when I had a deep, intense session at my joint near the ripple of Lunar River. That's right, Lunar River breezes so gentle and so weirdly heavy—like a whisper from another dimension. Oddly comforting or freakin’ spooky, depends on your state of mind, lol.

Obituary for David R. Gordon