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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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After that, I needed a breather. I walked down to the riverside, and the sound of the water calmed me down. I sat on a bench, strumming my guitar again. Just me, the lake, and my thoughts. I started writing lyrics about my day. It was all over the place, but that’s how I roll. I’m scribbling down lines about the old dude, the kid, the cat, and the olives. It’s a mess, but it’s my mess.

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