Word: guilts
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...neighborhood in a similar white jeep, smashing in doors of MS houses and spraying everybody inside, grandmothers and children, with Uzis. Isidra Benegas, the mother of the crackhead, curses, "These deportees from the U.S. are to blame. They've brought the crack and the killing." A flicker of guilt crosses Cesar's face. He belonged to an MS chapter in Eagle Pass, Texas, before he was deported back to Honduras. "It's either live in the gang, or die," he retorts. And Cesar knows his death may be riding in the next passing...
...sometimes I can't even breathe." Buddy's ma has trouble sleeping, so he lullabies her with favorite tunes ("She likes the theme to Blazing Saddles"). George's uncle Damascus (Eddie Rouse) is a violent man whose fear of dogs impels him to kill George's treasured stray. From guilt and love, he fashions a cap out of the dead mutt's pelt and gives it to the boy to protect his head. It's the thought that counts...
...here to relieve your guilt. If you are a normal, taxpaying American, you will not vote. And everyone wants to make you feel bad about it. MTV may not have a problem with misogyny, gay bashing or pouring champagne on the chests of bikinied women in the name of high-volume pimping, but it draws its line in the moral desert at staying home on Election Day. I've noticed, however, that it has quieted down on the whole Rock the Vote thing ever since Jesse Camp won the Wannabe a VJ poll...
...hate between the two is revealed as they reenact a scene from a childhood summer, in which a girl-chillingly portrayed with both detachment and energy by Agresta-dies while they race each other to the point, leaving her to drown. It is because of this shared guilt and blame that their friendship has become such a mockery...
...considered signing up with a private teacher for another crack at lessons, but I know myself and my schedule well enough to imagine that teacher becoming my own personal Greek god of guilt. So I turn to that famous refuge of the half-assed hobbyist: the Learning Annex, New York City branch. I sign up for a three-hour, $39 course called "Instant Piano for Hopelessly Busy People." It's taught by Martin Moser, a sprightly ragtime fanatic. The course requires only that students be able to read music in the treble clef and be able to point to those...