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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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I mean, my everyday life involves dealing with all sorts of characters. Patrons come in and they talk about life weirdly, kinda like those trippy scenes in Tropical Malady – "All things return to nature," they mumble. Haha, that flick always gets me – for no reason I can explain. And I'm like, "What are you even talkin about, man?" It’s bizarre.

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