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This song was written by my good friend Mitch Rossell and myself last March after a guy from my hometown lost his battle with cancer. This song is very close to our hearts and I hope you all enjoy it. This goes out to all those battling with cancer, those we have lost, and those who have been affected by it. Mitch Rossell’s YouTube Channel: www. youtube. com American Cancer Society: www. cancer. org Cancer Prevention: www. preventcancer. org
GREGORY CORSO and HERBERT HUNCKE Two lions of the Beat Generation filmed by Francois Bernadi Original Beats is a short documentary film by Francois Bernadi on Gregory Corso and Herbert Huncke. Huncke was the original Beat. He coined the term, lived the life and was on the road long before Kerouac. Here he talks about his life as petty criminal, drug user and Beat writer. Corso believed the poet and his life are inseparable. It was a belief he held true, otherwise the poet couldn’t write like a lion, write truthfully. This is a fascinating and informative portrait on the eldest and the youngest of the original Beats, filmed shortly before Huncke’s death in 1996. Often overshadowed by the Beat triumvurate of Burroughs, Ginsberg and Kerouac, Herbert Huncke and Gregory Corso were nonetheless integral to the Beat family and, on a personal level at least, often the most interesting. Both had been in jail (the same jail though not at the same time), both, in contrast to the Big Three who were all Columbia Grads, were self taught. I never read a lot of Corso because he mostly wrote poetry and I don’t read a lot of poetry. I still have my copy of Huncke’s ‘The Evening Sun Turned Crimson’, which, despite a relative lack of artlessness, is direct, honest, even charming. Huncke details his early life hustling, plumbing the depths of drug addiction (I still recall, even years after I read the book, Huncke describing walking into Alphabet City with open sores on his face after . . .
Two-year-old Ardi Rizal smokes an astounding 40 cigarettes a day. He has been smoking since he was 18 months old after his Dad gave him his first smoke. Now he’s addicted. For more on this story visit: www. andfinally. tv/2010/06/smoking-toddlers-40-a-day-habit/#more-2822 for full story, pictures and interviews with parents.
Season 4 (Trap #3) The Puppet Trap THE STORY Julian once was a good father, a great husband, and a responsible person, but little by little Julian started feeling the urge to steal, it started with small things and then bigger and more expensive materials, Julian couldn’t control it anymore, it was like a drug to him, it took over his life so much that he didn’t even care for his family anymore, his wife got tired of it without knowing Julian’s bad side, she asked for a divorce, Julian accepted but with it he started a war for little Adina and Derry, Adina is 8 years old and Derry only 1. The court date came and Julian won custody of the children by planting a history of drug use on his wife. Now that Julian has his two kids, he uses them as gadgets to steal in stores, houses, and other places, but only for his benefit. Things started to get so ugly that Julian didn’t bathe or fed Adina and Derry. THE TRAP There’s a set of 8 puppets surrounding Julian in a spinning carousel type machine, each puppet has a switch inside each hand. Julian must prevent from failing half of the puppets by getting their head destroyed by a saw blade placed above the machine. The wheel will stop on each puppet and the mechanical chair Julian is sitting at will move him close to each puppet, Julian must take the puppets hands and press the switches, but by doing this, a heavy metal block will hit Julian’s legs crushing his bones more and more. If Julian saves the necessary puppets, he will go free . . .
A little song I felt inspired to write. . . . It is about drug addiction, and making it out alive. . . . I had a little fun with the audio on this one, and ran a vocal backing track into a Leslie. . . . Hells yeah !