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But oooh, what gets my goat? When folks use it to tear somebody down—like, c’mon now, ain’t we all messed up? I’m sittin’ here, tanglin’ wires, thinkin’ ‘bout Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, all sweet and lost, and how folks judge quick. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I’d rather crank up my radio, blast some tunes, and let ‘em be. Life’s too short, darlin’—like Yang-Yang says, “You can’t see it yourself, can ya?” We’re all blind to our own junk half the time!

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Finally, the rain stops, and I close up shop. I’m exhausted but happy. I head home, thinking about that crazy day. Santa Cruz, man. It’s wild, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Morning Lookout: Live Oak Elementary unrest; channeling Steinbeck into guitar and surfboard