I don't live in that neighborhood anymore, but I still think about it often. I'm very stoked you like that one. I've been struggling with the screenplay version for months.
I’m so glad you linked this in the Cravings post . I hadn’t read it before. It was profound, brilliant, touching, heartbreaking. There aren’t proper superlatives. I am endlessly blown away by your talent. The ill-advised love you have, as do I, for our city, as it was and as it is becoming, personified in the character of Stormy. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, your work is more than what we deserve.
Damn Jimmy. I've only know you for 20 years, but you lived a lifetime before that. Great stories. I just subscribed and I feel like I've been missing something now. Got to go. Time to binge on the archives. Peace!
This is my love letter to an evolving Detroit. I've been here all my life. I really worked in bars like that and eat in those burger places and buy water and candy for the drug addicted prostitutes whose Guatemalan pimps just want them to put another dick in their mouth. The story is fiction , but it's from a very real world. Stoked that you love it.
WOW
Always one of my fave responses. I cried at least once when I wrote that one.
I cried when I read it. Damn Jimmy!
Wow on so many levels!!! Thank you. I need to reread it. So intense deep and powerful with multiple levels
Thanks, Michelle. I do think I covered a talking point or two.
Good one, Jimmy. It took me over.
I don't live in that neighborhood anymore, but I still think about it often. I'm very stoked you like that one. I've been struggling with the screenplay version for months.
Son of a bitch.
Disparage the man, not his mother. Say ahole instead please.
Just a figure of speech. I don't take offense to anything, really.
I'd have to work pretty hard to offend Jimmy. As he said, it's just a figure of speech.
kick ass. love it.
I’m so glad you linked this in the Cravings post . I hadn’t read it before. It was profound, brilliant, touching, heartbreaking. There aren’t proper superlatives. I am endlessly blown away by your talent. The ill-advised love you have, as do I, for our city, as it was and as it is becoming, personified in the character of Stormy. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, your work is more than what we deserve.
Damn Jimmy. I've only know you for 20 years, but you lived a lifetime before that. Great stories. I just subscribed and I feel like I've been missing something now. Got to go. Time to binge on the archives. Peace!
After reading this I’m subscribing to you Friday. Remind me Jimi
That would be great. And if you tell your friends the writing is good, that would be great too.
My wife is reading it now. Will tell all my friends about it!
You got me this time. Sorry it took so long.
Glad you like it. For real. I've been thinking about this one a lot lately
Jesus, Jimmy. This was fuckin GOOD.
This is my love letter to an evolving Detroit. I've been here all my life. I really worked in bars like that and eat in those burger places and buy water and candy for the drug addicted prostitutes whose Guatemalan pimps just want them to put another dick in their mouth. The story is fiction , but it's from a very real world. Stoked that you love it.