Word: shit
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Kids I spoke with who were connected with YRB were almost all vehemently critical both of Saravelas and his Bureau, though some liked individual staff members. "Raymond [a pseudonym for a former streetworker] introduced me to the Bureau, but the Bureau hasn't done shit," said one Dana Street kid. "The only thing that was done for me that was considered part of the Bureau was that Raymond got me a job at a gas station. And that was on his own time--he went down at night...
...Boone is a good guy by himself, but he can't do anything because the inmates think he's living, the conservatives think he's radical, and the liberals say he's full of shit, "Francis O'Leary, one of the ex-cons, said in an appeal for reform support...
...people they would fire at them. Under these conditions. I was afraid of becoming sick because my heart was so very sad. The place where I used to play on the mountain and the place where I used to bring the cattle and buffalo in the evening to shit them up had become so many bomb craters. And I couldn't anymore because they had been sown with antipersonnel bombs some hadn't vet exploited. Sometimes an animal would kick one and it would blow up... But my father felt for his animals. He slept in the village and tried...
JUST A BARRELLOAD of shit on the way to the rose-beds." Edgar the need-up army officer in Play Strindberg, referring to his wife himself, marriage, life is general. That cheery thought illuminates the combat between Edgar, his failed actress of a wife Alice and a cousin Kurt who "coupled them up" 25 years ago, and now returns to contribute some of his banker's wealth and unction to the silver wedding anniversary Friedrich Durrenmatt's 1968 re-writing--or choreographing" as he terms it--of Strindberg's Dance of Death converts that play from a tragedy about marriage...
...result can be better music than you'll ever hear in a roadside grill. Cody, on the other hand, sets out like a disciple to painfully duplicate that traditional country style. And sure enough, here they are, all the things you ever hated about country music--the same piddly-shit steel guitar, the monotonous drumming and fragmented solos, the songs that ooze out of the speaker like toothpaste. All this occasionally punctuated by little yells to let you know that the Commander thinks he is getting it on. Commander Cody is into truckdriving music--heavily...