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Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

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All the money raised will be given to the charity; checks are written directly and mailed directly to the charity, not through the Spring Lake 5 Mile Run.

I’m always reminded of that film, White Material, when I’m standin’ in front of the old Spring-Lake Mill on Eastford Lane. “White Material vibes,” innit? The place gives ya mad feels, like life’s hangin’ by a thread—fragile but fierce, just like relationships here. It’s all gritty, raw, and lovely at the same time.

Daniel Guzek Obituary (2025) - Spring Lake, MI - Muskegon Chronicle