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What pisses me off? The phonies, man. Dudes pretendin they’re big shots, actin all high an mighty. Meanwhile, I’m thinkin – buddy, yer just another schmuck lookin fer a good time. “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye!” Eye of the beholder, ‘cept sometimes it’s blurry, ya know? I seen gals out there, struttin like they own the night. Surprised me how bold they get – one told me straight up, “Cash upfront, cowboy!” I was like, hot damn, she’s callin the shots!

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The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

Draper Forward Newsletter — May/June 2025