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Phil works at the Paradise Market in what used to be the bad part of town. Then that trendy bar started attracting the yuppies and now Phil has had to add limes to his usual stock of fotties, blunts, and Kools so the damn yuppies can make gimlets and mojitos.
Damn yuppies. He kills them sometimes and stuffs them in his chiffarobe.
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I think the Apocalypse is happening all around us. We go on eating desserts and watching TV. I know I do. I wish we were more capable of sustained passion and sustained resistance. We should be screaming and what we do is gossip. -Lydia Millet
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