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Then I get happy—halleluyer!—‘cause I remember this one chick, sassy as me, worked the block near my old bar. She’d strut in, order a gin, tip me double, sayin’, “Madea, you my girl!” Saved up, got out the game, opened a lil’ bakery. Proves you can rise up, chile! “The sea is my mirror,” like the movie—deep, right? She saw herself and said, “Naw, I’m done!”

Pure Bliss!

I was workin' one day, givin' a melt-away massage at my crib in Eastside, when I got the sudden urge to check out the fuzzed-out park, McAllister Park. It’s a smidge tiny, but oh – bustin’ with colorful graffiti and benches that squeak like a busted record. Few folks know the best bench near the old, rusted fountain. I always slip my phone in my pocket and hum, “We all need a twist in our fate,” like in that flick Memento, y'know?

Barnie snags another award