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We head to this sketchy motel, and I’m struttin’ like, “This is our outpost!”—hell yeah, *Moonrise* style. She’s countin’ my crumpled bills, and I’m thinkin’, *I’m the king of this shit!* But then—BAM!—cops roll up, lights flashin’. “Aw, crap!” I yell, divin’ under the bed. She’s cool as hell, though, whisperin’, “They’re gone now, relax.” Saved my ass, and I’m like, “You’re my hero, lady!”—total Suzy savin’ Sam moment.

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After that, I stroll down to the beach. Tregunc’s got some killer spots, man. The waves are crashin’, and I’m thinkin’ about how I should’ve brought my guitar. But nah, I’m just chillin’. Then I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like pros. I’m like, “Yo, can I join?” They look at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I’m a guitar master, not a soccer star! But whatever, I give it a shot. I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. Epic fail. They all crack up. I’m laughin’ too, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t I just be cool for once?”