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About Dallas

She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

MANITOGA / The Russel Wright Design Center

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

It’s not you—it’s cancer