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I’m picturin’ Joy from the movie, bouncin’ around, tryin’ to make it fun. “Take a chance on a new memory!” she’d say. Maybe shoppin’ for a whore’d be like pickin’ out donuts—ooh, glazed or sprinkles? Mmm… donuts. But then Sadness butts in, all droopy, “This is so hard to grow up with.” Boo-hoo, cry me a river! Made me sad thinkin’ how some folks end up there—life’s tough, man.

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After a mini meltdown, I took a breather. I stepped outside, and the vibe was just... different. The street performers were out in full force. There’s this guy on the corner of Elm and 3rd, playing the sax like he’s in a jazz club. I swear, he was channeling some serious energy. I just stood there, soaking it in.

His father abused him, fracturing his skull 14 times, but he was still able to forgive …