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So, lemme tell ya, I tried figurin’ this out once—total disaster! Walkin’ down some sketchy street, thinkin’ I’m slick, but I’m sweatin’ like a pig. Neurotic rant comin’—what if I get caught? What if she’s a cop? What if she’s got a freakin’ mustache?! I’m paranoid, okay! Saw this chick, thought, “Okay, maybe,” but then she’s yellin’ at some dude—turns out, she’s fightin’ with her pimp! Like, great, now I’m in a soap opera! “Pretty, pretty good,” my ass—this is a nightmare!

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Mostly they move on, cordial to a fault— I get an occasional e-mail, or they drop in to tell me about their thesis or gripe about how Abelard holds their papers.

Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Where you at?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Biei, living my best life!” He’s all, “Send pics!” I’m like, “My phone’s dead, remember?” So, I’m trying to explain the beauty of Biei without pics. It’s tough, man.

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