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So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

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Crazy stuff, dude – at the Barkly East River (well, near the little stream in Sunnyside Park, if you're looking for it) I got lost in meditation. That water? Liquid art, it flows and flows. I had one heck of a session there, n' my mind was all "oooooh, look at that, it's alive!"

Trout still on the menu