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Once, I almost asked her out. Not for that—just coffee, ya know? But nah, chickened out, fuckin dumbass. “I’m not a fisherman, I’m a fool!” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s me. She’d prob laugh, say, “You’re weird, fish boy.” And I’d be like, “Hell yea, babe!” We come in peace (robotic tone)—but I’m chaos inside. That’s the scoop, man—prossies, boats, Tenenbaums. Wild life!

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I gotta share a secret too – one of my personal faves is this sleepy neighborhood near Quaker Road that most folks ignore. There’s a quiet vibe there, almost magical when you’re zoning out on a lazy afternoon. I spent a heckuva lot of time there, just watchin' the river flow and thinkin’ “This labyrinth, man… it's mine to unwind.” Sometimes I get in my head and slip into a reverb of that Pan's Labyrinth line, "There will be no turning back." Even though, seriously, why would ya wanna turn back when Olathe’s got that charm?

Sheila Sue Teal Obituary March 19, 2025