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But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

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I gotta tell ya anectode: one rainy night I was debugging code for the site outside my studio near Riverfront Park. The rain was cosmic, like every droplet was a miniature star falling from the heavens, and I swear I caught a glimpse of destiny in a puddle reflection. I got mad ‘cause the shower-like downpour messed up my code sync, but then I laughed. “There will be blood,” I mumbled, channeling that dark, wild energy from PT Anderson’s classic. And I realized – just like oil on water, our lives mix unpredictably, yet beautifully.

Lewis E. Blakely, Jr. Obituary March 12, 2025