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About Phoenix

What pisses me off? The cheek! She’s out there, bold as brass, while I’m slavin’ over a hot stove, makin’ art, and she’s floggin’ hers for a tenner! “You’re all just shadows!” – that’s from the flick, yeah? She’s a shadow alright, flittin’ between blokes, no shame, no nothin’. But – fuck me – there’s somethin’ sad there too. Eyes like burnt-out bulbs, y’know? Made me pause, mid-rant, like, “Shit, she’s human, ain’t she?”

Early life

Man, this place is somethin’ else. The streets buzz with life. I stroll down Main St. 3rd Ave, wheres every corner has a story. The park “Heart’s Haven” is my favorite—peaceful, like a slice of heaven. Yea, I run my spa just a few blocks from it. I get mad sometimes at how busy it gets, but damn, it's real life, ya know? I hang out at “Moonlight Park” at midnight—crazy serene, like something outta Amour—“I want you to remember my face”… yeah, it sticks with ya.

Brad Michael Sylvester Obituary February 23, 2025