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Biggest surprise? Some of ‘em are funny as hell—crackin’ jokes bout johns, callin’ ‘em “two-minute Picassos.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ my ass off, tractor shakin’ like it’s in on it. But real talk, it’s a grind—cops hasslin’, creeps lurkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Paint a better world, Bob, happy little trees for all!” I’d tell her, “You’re a diamond, girl, shine on,” but I ain’t that smooth—probly just mumble somethin’ bout crops.

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Finally, I make it back to my place, drenched but happy. I flop on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” Mori, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Even with the soy sauce stains and the rain, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Memento mori, memento vivere: Reflections on life and death