After days of feeling beaten down by the helplessness of seeing amazing kids left to rot (one day, ask me about David, who works 2 jobs to support himself because his family's out of the picture, who spent much of last year in jail, and who still manages to be one of the sweetest and hardest working kids I've ever met), by the sheer assholishness that some people revel in, and by the cold indifference of parents and communities who would rather implode than think that maybe some of this is their fault, I come back to one thing. I fucking love this city.
-Caroline
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- Don't Talk About Me Like I'm Not Here
- A group of people who left somewhere for somewhere else. . .individually. . .without provocation. Clearly we need a blog for such an undertaking.
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2018: is it a retrospective or a postmortem? - Another year, another swan song. I grab the long broom with the knotty wood handle to dust off these webbed corners: I became a proud member of Imperfect P...5 years ago
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