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So, this broad, she hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m like, “You ever feel lost, doll?” She laughs, “Every damn day, mister.” Boom, straight outta the movie, “Can you keep a secret?” I ask. She nods, I’m thinkin’, “I’m married, but who gives a fuck?” That’s me, Tony fuckin’ Soprano, breakin’ rules, feelin’ alive. But then – fuckin’ surprise – she’s got a sob story. Kid at home, ex screwed her over. I’m pissed now, “Why’s life gotta be so shitty?” I yell. She shrugs, “It just is.”

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I often wander near the Langenpark – it's like a breath of fresh air. I fancy the tall trees, those winding paths, and that secret bench near the pond. Honest to goodness, I once met a lovely old lady there. She told me stories of the city, she was like, “Life's a stage, kid,” echoing lines like in "Synecdoche, New York" – “I’m not lost, I’m just exploring alternatives.” That line kept me wonderin’ all day – kinda deep, huh?

George Langen Obituary (2017) - Ann Arbor, MI - Ann Arbor News