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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, headlights bouncin’ off them sketchy corners. Ain’t no fancy apps back in the day, nah, you had to *feel* it out. Like Graysmith in *Zodiac*, sniffin’ clues, I’m squintin’ at every alley. “Is that her? Nah, that’s a dude.” Made me mad as hell—wastin’ time, gas, my dang patience! But then—BOOM—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a gator’s temper. Happy don’t even cover it, y’all—I’m hollerin’ like a hog at a barbecue.

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I run over to the guy in charge, and he’s just chillin’, eatin’ a hot dog. I’m like, “Dude, we gotta fix this!” He just shrugs. I’m ready to pull my hair out. But then, I see this little kid, maybe 5 years old, runnin’ around with a balloon. He trips, and the balloon flies away. I watch him tear up, and suddenly, my anger melts. Kids, man. They just get it.

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