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About San Antonio

After, she’s countin cash, and I’m starin at the ceilin, feelin like that dude in *Werckmeister*—all hollowed out. “The end’s comin,” I mutter, thinkin bout the movie’s gloom. She looks at me funny, like I’m nuts, and I probly am. I toss her an extra $10—dunno why, just felt right. She bolts, and I’m left wonderin—why’d I even bother?

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While we cut weed, Merrill got a phone call while in the other room and you could hear it was something big but not exactly what.

Honestly, Merrill’s mixed bag made me think of how every day is a quirky loop. Always fresh, sometimes a bit messy like a failed bubble butt experiment (lol, so true!). I love every crazy, ty, chaotic minute here. I might even dance on the sidewalk – why not?

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