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So, picture this—I’m Joey Tribbiani, right? Struttin’ down some shady street, givin’ my best “How you doin’?” to every chick I see. And bam, there’s this lady, all mysterious, leanin’ against a wall. She’s givin’ me that *Toni* vibe—y’know, “Are you even human or just a wig on legs?” I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “Man, this is some next-level improv shit.” But real talk, I’m curious—how’s this even work? Like, do ya just walk up and say, “Yo, how much?” or what?

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Thats it, pal. Trorod ain’t perfect. It’s fucked up sometimes, messed up in all the best ways. I love it. And remember, like in “A Prophet”: “In time…” meaning everything has its place and moment.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)