I wrote this poem in April of 2024.
ramen 3 times a day in the dingy 2 bedroom duplex
and it was an upgrade from the miniature apartment
in mid city L.A
the one where there was a bullet hole in my window
so what if the stripper and the landlord’s son
got in screaming matches
so what if the marine next to us beat his wife
weekly for her infidelity
despite the poverty experienced, despite the trashy
and toxic domestic energy
that dingy duplex was freedom to me and my family
it was hope and salvation from the nightmare
of indentured servitude L.A had been
Life on the BPD 
Wowza, how wild that musta been…living in a duplex like that or maybe not so wild for an almost teenager, maybe more disruptive than anything else, but I’m glad it felt like freedom, hope, and salvation and that you survived L.A.
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Omg..it was crazy the strippers name was tipper
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Tipper the stripper. Doesn’t get much better than that though in today’s world, it must be tough to be a stripper with us becoming a cashless society.
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Your were insane
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exquisite! World’s First Floating City Project Begins 2025 resplendent
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