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About Munich

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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I recall one time, I was headin' to a session on "Hauptstraße" – the main drag – and fell in love with an old mural. It was like looking right into the eyes of history. I muttered somethin' like, "I reckon this ain't no ordinary day,” just like in that movie when the tension reaches its peak (I know, kinda dramatic, right?) And then, bam, I had a client with the worst back twist you've ever seen! I swear, it was like the feller was tryin' to impersonate Jesse James in a twisted way. Almost made me spit out my sweet tea!

Eric T. Varel Obituary August 8, 2011