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Well, ladies, you may not have a superpower, but the following article will at least give you some serious leverage over your gender counter-partner. A man and woman meet online. The two begin to converse via inbox. Before long, one party suggests to the other that they level-up and commence to texting. The pair kickoff a series of text messages After receiving a few from-the-neck-up pics, it starts to drizzle. He never fully regained consciousness.
Mickey just seemed so calm.
We still had all those moments. And I miss him. Avalon attempted to curtail this seemingly inevitable path to self-destruction in the same way his father had, by starting a family. The three of them moved away to Portland to start anew. He had become increasingly disillusioned with the rigid laws of Orthodox Judaism and shaved off his beard the day his daughter came home from the hospital.
He had been smoking and selling pot while attending the Orthodox temples back in Hollywood there is technically no rule against it, he says and began using heroin more and more as they settled in Portland, eventually abandoning his wife and daughter altogether for the drug.
Then, at perhaps his lowest point, addicted and living amid the hustlers and street urchins of downtown Portland, and selling his body to support his habit, Avalon called his mom back in Los Angeles to say hello. She told him to come home and says she was genuinely surprised when he called a day later from the downtown L. And he would never let anybody consciously hurt him. She would be down in MacArthur Park.
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His sister actually slapped him once in public when he started dating a girl, fearful that he was going to abandon her. Then she started dating an older lawyer, who treated her well, and by all accounts it seemed the unlikeliest of happy endings. He remembers hearing his mom yelling at his sister, and he shouted for them to stop arguing. It was only when he walked back into the hall that he realized his mom was actually screaming.
Avalon says he looked away, remembering a Jewish tradition that advises one not to view the dead so you might remember them as they were, alive and happy. Some from cheap narcotics and others from — lead. Avalon is sitting across from me eating a plate of corned beef and cabbage — explaining how exactly he ended up as a male prostitute. Avalon met a kid while spending the night in jail, and when they were released, he watched the kid make money. She smiles and waves back.
He sifts through the cabbage with his fork for a beat and continues. I know that to most people anything like that is gay. I would much rather give a hand job than wash dishes all day. Does that make me gay? My foster parents told me that I could be anything I wanted to, so I became me Mickey Avalon, the kid who runs free serving sucker MCs and getting paid for my delivery.
I freak beats that stain your silk sheets, filthy on the mic like Lenny Bruce used to be. Intelligent, candid and seemingly without guile, Avalon had his heart on his sleeve from the moment we met. While he talks of death and loss with something resembling calm detachment, there is an undeniable air of vulnerability about him that is both refreshing and, at times, unnerving. Heroin is, after all, a painkiller, and junkies, using or not, tend to feel almost everything.
Avalon told me that he is an insomniac, awake throughout the night, painting, reading books and writing. It is not, he says, something he particularly enjoys, those silent hours alone with his thoughts and memories.
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The previous day, a DJ named Stryker, on the all-powerful KROQ radio station, went on air for several minutes raving about the new underground sensation called Mickey Avalon and how he had done it all on his own.
He makes no bones about wanting success. A true child of Hollywood, fame is really the only currency he has known. Hours before the show, Avalon is in his West Hollywood apartment, standing in front of a mirror doing his makeup and hair while listening to the sad music of Elmore James. It all goes back to his father the record collector.
It was the one love he never abandoned and was somehow able to pass down to his son. Avalon emerges from the bathroom in tight jeans, glittering red lipstick and powder-blue eye shadow. There is an Ace bandage coated with fake blood wrapped across his midsection, and he puts on a silvery Ziggy Stardust—style leather jacket with red, lightning-bolt lapels. Steve Lindsey, a record producer who worked with the likes of Leonard Cohen and Elton John before forming his own publishing company, recently signed Avalon to a publishing deal.
He later tells me he rarely signs artists, but made an exception with Avalon. While he likes the songs, it was the live show that really hooked him. Well, I hope so, or how are we going to make any money? Now, there is a case for doing something to highlight the Scottish heritage in Northern Ireland. Just as there is a case for highlighting Irish heritage in Scotland. And I'm also enormously in favour of people finding out what their actual heritage is in Ireland.
It's vastly more complex and interesting than what they think it is, I tend to find. But the Hamilton Montgomery plantation and yes, it WAS a plantation, not a settlement has bugger all to do with this linguistic sleight of hand that funds Lord Laird and his pervert, bigot and loon cronies.
Those people who came to Ulster Scotland at the time of the plantation spoke English in a Scottish dialect. Some of that was passed down, some of it wasn't. But using some obsolete words does not a language make. If I say Gadzooks does that make Elizabethan English a viable current language separate from modern English?
Ulster-Scots didn't exist until Lord Laird saw an opportunity to graft a language onto Ian Adamson's Cruithin mythology in order to extort money from the British and Irish exchequers to fund his taxi bills. But it's no more a language than Scouse or Nortsoide Dubbalinese is. This is not some 'Ulster Unionist' claim for parity of linguistic esteem except insofar that a tiny coterie of wideboys led by Laird decided to make use of the GFA to make a tidy profit by creating sinecures for perverts and bigots.
Furthermore, while hiring perverts and bigots to run the show has done them no favours, it is the sheer fact that Ulster-Scots was invented, and is based on a lie that it is a long-lost, suppressed language of the Ulster people, that truly discredits its continued funding.