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But here’s the kicker—I’m broke! Spent my last bucks on beer. I’m like, “Uh, can ya take an IOU?” She rolls her eyes, says, “What am I, a bank?” I’m gutted, man, but she tosses me a wink, mutters, “Next time, fish boy.” I’m happy as hell—didn’t score, but didn’t crash either! Kinda like David in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams, never quite gettin’ there.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As the sun sets, the sky turns this beautiful orange. I step outside, and it hits me—this city, man. It’s got its quirks, its chaos, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Alan Kragt Obituary January 23, 2014