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Here’s the kicker: did ya know some prossies in Vegas got union cards back in the ‘70s? Swear to God, legit as fuck—blows my mind. Anyway, she’s talkin now, tellin me bout her day, and I’m noddin, thinkin, “Man, this is raw.” Kinda like watchin Mason grow up—messy, real, no filter. I’m gettin all deep in my head—maybe I’m the weirdo here, payin for company. “Life’s what ya make it,” I say, stealin from the movie again, and she laughs—dry, sarcastic, perfect.

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Finally, I find my way back. I’m sweaty and annoyed, but whatever. I hit up a little bar on Kawai Street. It’s cozy, and the vibe is right. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You play guitar?” I’m like, “Duh, that’s why I’m here!”

Man rescued twice from Japan's Mount Fuji had returned to search for his cellphone