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But yo, it’s funny too—found this one spot, neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk, “Girls Girls Girls.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, more like ghosts.” Walked in, and this lady—prolly 40 but lookin’ 60—gives me the eye. “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’ inside, ‘cause she’s playin’ me like I’m some rich bastard. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“We’re not from here”—‘cause I felt outta place, man. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—crackin’ jokes, smokin’ a cig like a badass. Kinda made me happy, seein’ her own it.

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Anyway, I finally get to the garden, which is on Via Garibaldi. It’s this beautiful little patch of green, you know? Flowers everywhere, veggies growing like they’re on steroids. I’m proud of my work. But then, I notice something. The tomatoes! They’re wilting! I’m like, “No, no, no! Not my babies!” I rush over, and guess what? Some kid from the neighborhood decided it’d be fun to play soccer in my garden. I mean, come on! Who does that? I’m fuming, ready to unleash my inner Hulk.

Enuff Z’Nuff live at Dedolor – Rovellasca, Italy on April 14th, 2017