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About Chicago

Here’s the deal—I love that flick. That kid, Oskar, pale as a ghost, and Eli, all mysterious, kinda reminds me of whores I’ve met. Tough outside, soft inside, y’know? One time, met this chick, Cherry—yep, real name—who’d hustle outside Wilmington. She’d quote Shakespeare while countin’ tricks. Blew my mind! “Are you alive?”—that’s from the movie, right?—and I’m thinkin’, man, she’s more alive than half the suits in DC. Made me happy, seein’ that grit. But—lordy—pissed me off too, ‘cause she got no breaks. System’s rigged, folks.

Com. v. Buckner, C. (memorandum)

Folks sometimes ask me, “Why Buckner?” and I say it’s this crazy blend of heart and irony. I remember once, during a hot summer night, I got caught up in a spontaneous debate near the old Prospect Bridge. I was preachin’ about openness in sexuality while a couple nearby whispered sweet nothings under the stars. Who’d have thunk? It was like my personal narrative felt like a scene from that movie, Margaret, where emotions overflow in messy, chaotic beauty.

HIGHLIGHT: DeForest Buckner ends Patriots' opening drive with an 11-yard sack