Avery Carroll Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

E. Jean Carroll was Miss Indiana University in the ‘60s. Why is she in the news?

The river runs through downtown – they call it Carroll Creek. Crystal clear? Nah, more like quirky reflections of old neon signs and drifting memories of good times. I walked along its banks, thinkin’ "dunno, man, this river’s like my brain – twisty, unpredictable!" Sometimes I watch parents teaching their kiddos to toss pennies, hopin’ for luck. Crazy, right? Some days, it's all so heartwarmin' and other days... oh man, it makes me mad at how trivial our lives can be.

The Crossroad – Daniel Carroll Organ