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Walker DeVille: Looking Down on Paris

December 8, 2011

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Walker DeVille: Looking Down on Paris

There’s a scene in the Martin Scorcese movie, “Hugo,” where Hugo looks out from a high clock tower in the Paris train station where he lives a secret life. it’s a scene one is able to see for oneself. There’s a place you must stand, though, and it’s not inside a clock tower.

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Walker DeVille: It Was Our Lives

October 24, 2011

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Walker DeVille: It Was Our Lives

Walker DeVille and Abdullah flee the Buddhist temple and head to a 17th century Paris flat for Christmas. His mother wants him home, but he’s not coming. Walker reads a postcard from Davin back in Lagos from bullet-riddled Chad.

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Walker DeVille: Evening of Rain, Morning of Fire

October 14, 2011

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Walker DeVille: Evening of Rain, Morning of Fire

Abdullah was on fire. This was not something new. Abdullah’s pants — more specifically, his pant cuffs — had caught fire before on the construction site of the Buddhist temple in a Parisian suburb.

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Walker DeVille: My Weed-filled Life

August 18, 2011

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Walker DeVille: My Weed-filled Life

It is inherently interesting to write about drugs. Most of us live obedient, law-abiding lives, or we try to appear as if we do. Behind the masquerade, of course, all sorts of illegal, un-abiding, disgraceful, unappealing, messy things are going on.

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Walker DeVille: The Cows of Ohio and Hills of Appalachia

May 22, 2011

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Walker DeVille: The Cows of Ohio and Hills of Appalachia

‘I was not born nor did I come of age in the Appalachian hills. I came to them relatively late – in my early 20s. That means, as they figure these things in Appalachia, I’m still something of a newcomer.’

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Walker DeVille: Still-life with a Moroccan goldbrick

May 15, 2011

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Walker DeVille: Still-life with a Moroccan goldbrick

Abdullah’s face bore a startling resemblance to Moamar Kadafy’s, except that unlike the Libyan dictator’s scowling visage, his tended upward, into frequent dimpled smiles, revealing bone-white teeth.

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Walker DeVille: Bound for Paris After Work

May 9, 2011

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Walker DeVille: Bound for Paris After Work

Exiting stage left from West Virginia, Walker DeVille crash lands at a Buddhist temple in a suburb of Paris with a Moroccan Arab who knows the way to Hashish Street.

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Walker DeVille: ‘My Bohemian Life Begins’

March 15, 2011

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Walker DeVille: ‘My Bohemian Life Begins’

Walker DeVille’s ‘Bohemian Life’ begins again as he trashes his life and his love in backwoods West Virginia and buys a one-way ticket to France. He’s not sure of anything except that he’s going, going, gone.

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Walker DeVille: Walking Down a Country Road

February 15, 2011

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Walker DeVille: Walking Down a Country Road

Walker DeVille: ‘If it took a quarter-hit of hillbilly mescaline to gain entry to the world of the gods, well, back then I considered that a good $15 investment.’

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Walker DeVille tells ‘What Happened’

February 5, 2011

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Walker DeVille tells ‘What Happened’

What happened to bring you back to WestVirginiaVille, if you left once before? In the debut of an occasional series, Walker DeVille tries again to tell his tale.

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