I'm digging through my father's journal trying to remember what happened after we moved from the place where the woman was held hostage....

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This painting scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. It is one of my earliest memories... this doll, separated from it's head....

The women look up at me. A few of them look at each other, but they don’t make a move to get up to help me, their hands hovering above their

Enough with religion and politics. Let’s talk about sex.

It was after 2:00 AM when things got quiet, and I was sound asleep. I was roused from my slumber when I heard the sound of gunfire.

Dad was pacing the room, saying what a great concept the scam was in the film.