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So, I’m chattin’ her up, and she’s all sass, like, “Time’s money, Joe.” Fair enough! I’m thinkin’, “Hell, I’d tip extra if she’d glean my ol’ guitar case!” Total pipe dream—she’d probably pawn it. Here’s the deal… it’s wild how they survive, y’know? Hustle’s real. Made me mad again—why’s it gotta be this way? But damn, I admire the hustle.

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Now, let me rap about some secret spots. I dig the quiet corners of Lufkin City Park. The trees, they dance like spectres in the wind. Ain’t that a blast? I once got mad there cause noisy teens disturbed the calm—"You shall not pass!" echoed in my mind. The park’s winding paths near the creek, this little stream, are my hideaways for deep reflections.

Kenneth Robert Carter Obituary May 4, 2025