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About New York City

Here’s the deal, though—ain’t all fun and games. Gets lonely, like Bob and Charlotte, starin’ out windows. I’d be thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’ here?” Maybe I’d buy her a drink instead—y’know, just talk. “Lost in Translation” style—two souls, passin’ ships. “Can I tell you a secret?” I’d ask, like Bob does. She’d prob’ly say, “Only if it’s good, old man.” Ha! Fair enough.

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Carroll to prostitute himself in exchange for nothing less than a basketball uniform. That is, Benny has attempted to rape both Carroll and the game the boy.

Then there’s the wacky uptown district – Westwood. Man, Westwood’s got the quirkiest vibe. Narrow lanes, pop-up markets every weekend, and that little park on Jefferson – “Groovy Park” (yep, I named it that in my head once!). Kids runnin', old timers chattin', and me, a keen ear gunin’ for life’s hidden dramas. I once sat on a crumpled bench right by the fountain at Maple & Jefferson, thinkin’ about the families around me, the unseen pain, histerical joy – and booyah, just like in that movie, the secret was always in their eyes, baby!

Carroll, Snider baseball split Saturday doubleheader