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About Houston

Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

Early life

But lemme tell ya – I got mad once when my code broke on a rainy day near the River Belle. Yup, near Belle Street, the river flows sort of like time – slow but deep. I was steamed; true regrets I missed that sunset, but the night sucked in like the film’s dark beats, baby.

Monster Jam taking place at Gillette Stadium