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About New York City

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

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I miss that river—the Fir River—it cuts the town neat. I walked beside it, thinking of life's dark corners (like in A History of Violence: “Everything is at stake… even lives.”) It’s raw, brutal, and beguiling, kinda like my own tangled mind.

Helping to ensure Vernon Macan’s Volcano hole at Fircrest endures