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Favorite part? This one chick – swear she was a queen in another life – told me ‘bout her regular. Dude brought her flowers every time. Flowers! In a brothel! Cracked me up, man – sweet but fuckin’ weird. Made me happy, tho. Little light in the dark, y’know? Still, I’m sittin’ there thinkin’ – damn, this place is a circus. Not the fun kind – the kind where the clown’s cryin’ behind the paint.

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"Fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate... hate leads to suffering." Wise words, eh? They remind me that sometimes you gotta embrace the messy bits of life – like a messed up sculpture in the middle of a lovely park. Centennial Park, for example – clean, green, fulla life and chit-chat. I love chillin’ there on a sunny day (or rainy, ‘cause hey, life’s messy, right?) and ruminatin’ on those Kaufman vibes in Synecdoche, New York. I sometimes imagine life as a giant endless art project, a canvas of weird dreams, much like that film.

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