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I like your page a lot. People with closed minds really suck, and so do those who only care about themselves and also the ones who never listen. I live in a house with 15 drug addicts, and none of them are nice people. One guy, his name is Frank, well, he'll be talking in front of a bunch of other guys just going on and on and on and on and on and stuff, and everyone's listening to him and stuff, then someone else will start talking and he'll just tune them out and start playing with this yellow pit bull that's fat and cross-eyed that lives here. She's a real baby, not mean at all, and her name's Kito and she's spayed but her nipples stick out and they're big, and when one of the guys takes her for a walk, people always ask if she's had puppies because she almost has udders they're so damn big. Frank the guy who doesn't listen is her owner, but she likes most of the other guys even though they chase her all around, up and down all three floors here when she plays rough or pees on the rug or runs off with an umbrella. She ran away and got hit by a car a couple of weeks ago, but she's got a lot of muscles and when the car hit her she just bounced off it and fell down into a puddle and got a dent in her forehead. Frank cried some and when Kito got back she was in pain but the guys here, they stole all her pain meds and kept them and ate them before AA or NA meetings and I'm sure they didn't tell their sponsors. She's fine now, though, the dent healed and that vacant and glazed look is starting to come back. The room next to mine on the third floor usually has two guys in it, but they're never the same because these drug users keep getting kicked out by our landlord who's bald and old for smoking crack or dope or shooting dope or shooting coke. Or drinking or not paying rent or stealing food or having kids in your bedroom while you're having sex. There was a guy here named Dan who came from a rehab or a prison or college or something and when he first came here he borrowed money all the time even though he got foodstamps and a bus pass and a voucher for toothpaste and a haircut. Well, he never paid any of the money back and he spent it all on his girlfriend who's pregnant and hair dye and plus he got his tongue pierced for which he saved up his dose of methadone. It's not really funny, but one day he left his sneakers and a calculator and some change in our bathroom and this other guy Rich took all of it and threw it out the window. Like I said, it wasn't really funny but I laughed anyway because Dan was such a goof plus he smelled and smoked in his room. He had a roommate named Todd who was gay, and he also smoked in the room and kept all the ashes in a big blue cup on his dresser with the thing of Pam he used to use to put on his body to make glitter stick to his chest and legs and stuff. He bounced all his rent checks and some of the ashes got all over the floor and his pumps, plus he was so messy there were crumbs and things all over the red carpet, so you could really see it, so the landlord said he had to go. Before either of those two there was a guy named Preston in there with really long fingernails, all yellow and curled so you just had to wonder how he thought he was going to get a job offer after interviewing without cutting them. All the time he lived here he never took a shower but still bought soap and shampoo or and cologne with his state voucher and he was depressed bipolar disorder but only swung on one of the poles, and he stayed in bed all day almost every day and kept cookies under his bed. He would complain about how short he was and ask the other guys in the house, you think I'm attractive, right? And everyone would just say yeah, but afterwards they'd sit there and scratch their heads and wonder or smoke cigarettes and forget all about it. Because he was so short, Preston said, he needed to carry a gun but all the guns he had he had to sell for cheap to buy dope, and he ended up in a shelter with no money, just his clothes and those toiletries he never used and a dope habit with no smack. One time after an AA meeting he was in the parking lot of the church or wherever and he was trying to get, he said, his 13th step on with some chick and had his gun down his drawers. Then, he says, he took his gun out trying to be more of a man than he is, all little with curly yellow fingernails and a hand tremor, he took the gun out and it just went off. Then, he says, people just scattered everywhere, all around the parking lot, these alcoholics or drug addicts in recovery are all used to the sound of gunshots having been around drugs and alcohol and violence all their lives and stuff just like you'd figure they'd be, then they left and eventually they got married and she had his kid which he never sees and now he hates kids and the sound of kids crying or even laughing just makes him cringe and his hands start to twitch, and it's funny because you can really see it when he hears a kid and he has a cigarette because his hands really shake but you can't keep your eyes off them fingernails. Not being mean, but seriously everyone here is a convict except for me so I get left out of conversations about prison or card games and I don't know how to light a cigarette using an electrical outlet plus I don't have any typewriter ink tatoos or stories about how your toilet in prison is also your refrigerator. One guy, we call him Methadone Bob because his name's really Bob and when he gets his methadone he goes on the nod and his head bobs up and down. Anyways, when Bob was in prison he had a heroin snorting habit, he'd snort it all up in his nose, and when he couldn't get dope in jail he'd have his girlfriend smuggle little bags of it under a ring and he'd pretend to hold her hand while she was visiting, then he'd make like he was touching his nose and stick it up in his sinuses and blow it out later in his cell. He always talks about how right before he got released this last time, how he got thrown in solitary by himself naked with a habit but no dope, and he finished out his time in a crappy little cell with the lights on all the time with no books or anything. There's also a guy Jim who lives here and his head got crushed by a tank when he was younger but he lived and now he can't remember anything before 1982 plus he couldn't remember if he'd ever seen The Godfather before, because when I asked him if he remembered the part about that guy who got killed in it, he said I Don't Know, which is a weird answer. His head and face and neck are all sort of one big scar, all gnarly, and his eyes don't look right and he goes to a support group for people with head wounds. He's 39 but really looks younger despite his head looking the way it does all scarred, but he says he gets paranoid for no reason and even though we all get mail delivered to the house he rents a box at the post office which is just right down the street. Not to go on and on about these drug fiends, but there's this one crackhead who's a short white guy named Eugene who's older than he looks, probably 35 but the crack warped all his looks and his hair, he's bald. Eugene makes me laugh but doesn't mean to because he's always telling unbelievable stories about himself that you know can't be true, because just look at him, all little and bald and sweating. He tells these stories with a straight face too, and that makes it even funnier like how a couple nights ago he told me how in college he went to Brown on an athletic scholarship for basketball and how when he was younger he had a 52 inch vertical leap, no kidding, they measured it, and he once broke all the bones in his wrist from dunking on a guy or dunking over a triple team even though he's only 5'3" and seeing him you just can't picture him jumping all that high. Goddamn, now if I could just stop smoking crack.

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I think you site is great. I'm not a huge fan of his, but it's only because I havent seen many movies featuring him, but what I have seen he's great. I was just wondering if any of you saw him on the 2001 Billboard Awards and saw the speech he gave for the century award. if any of you have that taped, and wouldnt mind sitting down and writing what he said (a pause/play/rewind kinda thing) I would GREATLY appreciate it. I saw the speech but missed the begining. It was an awesome speech. I just need to know what he was saying like, a repeat of it all for something. Email me if you have it, THANKS A BUNCH!!!!!

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there's only one thing i've got to say: That picture of matt totally naked was the best few seconds my eyes have ever had!

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I thing the the movie Amistad is a great a profound movie

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I REALLY ENJOYED THE MOVIE. MY FOND THANKS TO THOSE WHO WENT AND TOOK THE TIME TO SHOW THE REALITY BEHIND IT, IN THE WAY PEOPLE WOULD ONLY BELIEVE IT.

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Hi! Matthew is just so adorable! I love his smile! Thanks for this great site, I enjoyed looking through all the pictures. By the way, that "dream" picture of naked Mattew...is it real??????? 8-)

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I saw Matthew at JFK Airport in New York in January.. It was like 7 am, I'm sitting in the terminal waiting for the driver of my shuttle bus to arrive to take me to Long Island...then Matthew pops out of nowhere and rents a car at one of the booths. He was adorable as usual..even though his hair was way too short for my taste. But needless to say, I was VERY dazed and DAMN confused! It all happened so fast and he left really quickly. But it totally made my day!

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You don't have any pictures of the scenes in the movie i am dissapointed!