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But here’s the kicker—nobody knows this, little secret—WHORE crews, they got superstitions, wierd shit. Like, they won’t sleep facin’ north—say it curses the wind, brings more fire. Freaky, huh? Pissed me off when I heard—c’mon, north’s just a direction, losers! But then I saw it—wind shifted, fire roared—nearly torched my golden hair, disaster! Made me think, “What is it that you want to do?”—like the movie, y’know, testin’ limits, messin’ with fate. Spooky stuff, folks, real spooky.

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A month after leaving Benjamin, I entered rehab in Elliot Lake, a two-hour drive from Sudbury. In two cars, my family—my mother, cousins, aunts and uncles, and our Rottweiler—dropped me off.

Oh, and there's that creek by Redwood Lane. People don't notice it, but it's like nature's massage for the soul. I sometimes wonder—quiet, slow water, almost like time is taking a nap. It all makes me think, "When I play, I just keep playing. I don't even care if I'm understood."

Elliot Lake man faces multiple charges after traffic stop