clark-kaplan, sinthia a.

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full name sinthia adella clark-kaplan age twenty-two hometown staten island, new york current city new york city, new york education tottenville high school - grade 12 diploma manhattan school of music - dropout occupation singer/songwriter ________________________________________ "DRUG EXPOSURE - ACOUSTIC SESSION" compass rose girls without names drug exposure why the rest failed stroke (this side effect) birthright & bloodlines the island american bills jonathan older now ________________________________________ "... It would seem ridiculous that the topic of her step-cousin, former bandmate, and former boyfriend is off limits, given that his name appears on the album song list. However, "Jonathan", a quiet and sad ode to Jonny Kaplan who was just released from rehab, chronicles the ups and downs of their relationship in a way that cries for questions. Sinthia's smile pulls tight when we mention his name, ask how he's doing. She rests her chin on her hand and shrugs, tracing circles on the table with her other fingers. 'I don't know,' she says, 'he hasn't called me.' ..." ________________________________________ six months ago ... I moved out of East Village before the weather grew hot, abandoned my studio apartment in favor of a town house on the Upper West Side. The brick was cleaner there, much like I wanted to be, but I should have known I was chasing something that was never meant for me. I stopped looking for Jonny in places I used to find him, stopped hearing the music Sara and I used to make in the hollow grates on the side walk. Whenever I took the subway I felt sick. I cabbed everywhere after that, unaware the dread come from wanting to throw myself in front of an oncoming train. I tried, you know? I thought if I moved out of the dirty, graffitied comfort of our usual haunts I would start to heal. Or change. But last night I skinned my knees falling up the stairs to my new flat and I sat there and watched them bleed. I picked the sand out of my wounds that would later turn to scabs. My agent stopped calling back the tabloids and I sold everything to go on tour. It seemed unrealistic to rent a tour bus, given the success of Temper, of the Blurred Lines video, of the modelling I had done. Perhaps Sara had finally gotten to me at last, with her idealistic notion of Jack Kerouac and sleeping her band mates. Having only ever fucked musicians, I have the right to say that they aren't very good (of course, barring one). I've been celibate for months now, slipping up only once with the bartender in the back of some college bar between West 19th and 25th.  I didn't even feel anything when Phineas died. ________________________________________ HOPE WAS A LETTER I NEVER COULD SEND, LOVE WAS A COUNTRY WE COULDN'T DEFEND. ________________________________________ "There are three types of people in the world: those who live with regrets, those who don't, and those who don't care to think about it. I used to fall into the later of those three categories. I should never have sent Atlas that email. I should have never showed our friends the sex tape. Funnily enough, there used to be a time where I would have done anything for attention, both good and bad, but now I covet my privacy like I should have from the beginning. When my iCloud got hacked, I only ever thought about Atlas and how I used to try to torment her. I'll bet she thinks I published them myself." ________________________________________ your name holidand'r taco belly play-by nadine leopold member group famous