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I’m pumped, but then—ugh—some creep rolls up, actin tough, tryin to cut in. Pissed me off, man! I’m like, “Brother, I’ll drop the leg on ya!” He scrammed quick—nobody messes with the Hulkster’s game. Fun fact: in some cities, cops used to dress as hookers to nab dudes—wild, right? Coulda been me, brother, dodgin a sting like Carlos dodgin Interpol!

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I always say, "A Separation, yes?" – its lines echo my thoughts. "Zhh, so many secrets hide beneath." It's like every decaying wall there tells its own story. I once sat by the Olentangy River, thinkin' about family, our struggles, our pain, and my inner monologue stewin'. My brain would say "Ah, separation of souls, oh dear!" Heh, it's crazy!

Obituary for Johnnye Carr Hilliard at Valley Chapel