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But then—bam!—I get mad. Some prick in a pickup cuts me off, nearly clips the car. “You fuckin’ stunad!” I yell, fist out the window. She’s laughin’ her ass off, and I’m like, “What’s so funny, huh?” She goes, “You’re a trip, Tony.” Yeah, damn right I am. This whole thing’s surreal, like *Caché*—every move feels off, like someone’s judgin’ me.

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In Monee, even the small grocery on Southside St. is a stage. I once had an epic debate with the cashier about the best way to start the day; we laughed, we argued, then burst into uncontrollable giggles. It was Bond-ish spontaneity, my friend.

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