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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Janek. He’s all like, “Dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I tell him about my tools, and he just laughs. “Maybe they ran away from your bad jokes!” Classic Janek, always cracking me up. But then he says he saw some sketchy dude hanging around my workshop earlier. My blood boiled. I’m like, “Let’s go find this guy!”

MICHAEL TOLAN Obituary (2011) - Detroit, MI - The Detroit News