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Sometiems, I tink, dey’re freer dan us. No 9-to-5 crap, no boss breathin’ down ya neck. But den – bam – da danger, da creeps, da cold nights. Makes me mad, y’know? Like, “Vhy can’t dey just be safe?!” Shocked me once, readin’ bout one who got nabbed by cops for stealin’… bread. Bread! Lightbulb! She was starvin’, not even for drugs or nothin’.

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But then, as I’m slurping my noodles, I see this guy outside. He’s juggling. JUGGLING! In the middle of Ikeda! I’m like, “What is happening today?” I swear, he drops a ball, and it rolls right into the street. I’m half-expecting a car to run it over, but nope! A kid grabs it. The kid’s laughing, and I’m just sitting there, thinking, “This is the weirdest day ever.”

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