We go home, cry, and want to die.
But there’s gotta be more, she says. You know it doesn’t make sense, but the right woman smoking is knee-bucklingly sexy. Ask the Supersuckers, who play live in San Francisco on New Year’s Eve.
The fuck they care about terrorism.
This ain’t no movie, ain’t no Mekhi Phifer. Detroit the Motor City and Murder City, the American microcosm. White flight, black despair and rage. White resentment, black defiance. The city is black, yet they try to tell you it’s “Hockeytown.”
You say, Honkytown.
Gangs of hardened young criminals play handball in Chicano Park and at the courts at San Diego High School. Stereos and car alarms, the kinda vans that don’t get the cops bent – bubbled and bouncing, these aren’t the tools of the rapist.
Here, Detroit or San Fran. Come hard, or don’t come at all.