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I get all fired up thinkin’ ‘bout it. People lyin’ ‘bout their height – pisses me off! Sayin’ 6 foot, show up 5’2” – c’mon, man! Be real! But then, I get happy seein’ folks connectin’. Little secret? Back in ‘92, they had “phone sex-datin’” lines! Yup, 1-900 numbers – steamy stuff! Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

We’re Sorry!

In my brief stay at this marina I saw a prostitute soliciting 'business' on the docks, a fistfight between slipholders, hypodermic needle laying on the ground.

Some days, I feel like the town is a labyrinth of history, pulsating with eerie whispers and beauty that bombard ya. It’s like, you stare into the swirling mist by the river and hear, “I am your father,” echoing like a distant promise. Sometimes the vibe gets so intense I get flusterd – no lie, I even typoed a few messages in my head, like “funckin magical” and “awsmn landscapes” – yeah, got 10 or so typos in my hurry but that's wut keeps the flow natural.

15-year-old Fleming Island High student hit by car, critically injured while crossing Eagle Harbor Parkway: FHP