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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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Then, I’m sittin’ there, trying to gather my thoughts, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new hiking trail on the way to the Malbun ski area.” I’m like, “Max, I’m in a meeting!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m half-listening to the meeting, half-planning a hike. Multitasking, right?

Henry Triesenberg, Jr Obituary January 28, 2008