Mike Russell's Writings
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Feb.03.2010
Chapter Two: James Price
These kids are me. I mean, my kids are me. They are not “these kids.” I am responsible for them, so they are mine. “These kids” sounds as if I do not care for them, that I want them to be someone else’s responsibility.
Just like so many of my kids, I have ADHD. Right now, I’m drumming my fingers on my desk, tapping my toes. I’m full of...
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Jan.22.2010
I am so glad those bitches don’t know about my favorite place in Fairmount Park. Nobody know, even though it not really that far away. So many people I know scream they heads off at the idea of walking more than a few blocks, They just wanna stay home, drink they Hugs, smoke they weed, fuck they whatever. All that might be decent for them, but I can’t do that....
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Jan.22.2010
Why you asking me where we are? You oughta know this is Killadelphia, Filthydelphia, The City That Smacks You Back. We in the North Philly Badlands. Don’t ever tell me what we should do, what would make good sense, cause good sense never happen here. Forget you ever learned those two words.
Center City act like it made of platinum, and up northwest they a bunch...
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About Mike
I grew up in the country in Arkansas, spent 12 years in Philly, was widowed at 30, taught five years in a rough inner city high school in Philly, then moved to Maine in 2007 to be with my hubby. At this rate, we'll be living at the North Pole when we're 60....
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