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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Larry, sidlin’ up, all curious. “Hey, darlin’, what’s your story?” Slow talk, ya know, diggin’ deep. She’s prob’ly heard every line, rolls her eyes—“You got cash or what?” I’d laugh, say, “Champagne wishes, baby!”—my old catchphrase, heh. But real talk, it’s a transaction, quick’n dirty. Monty’s line pops in—“You had it all, and you threw it away.” Hits ya, right? Some folks choose this, some fall into it. Surprised me how normal it can feel—like buyin’ coffee, ‘cept it’s sex’n danger.

I watch movies, I write some crap

Why do people hate Izu Ocha so much? Can I ask- this is just a question, why the hell is it your business? Unless youre being harassed for.

After that, I stroll down to the Izu Peninsula. The views are insane! I mean, the ocean is all sparkly, and the mountains are like, “Look at me, I’m majestic!” I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then BAM! I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this couple walks by, trying not to laugh. I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my yoga.”

Jazz double bassist Mark Izu has died