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But oh, the rage when she’s late! Clients screamin’, “Where’s me goods, Jack?!” Me, pacin’, mutterin’ “This is not a democracy!”—straight outta *Almost Famous*, ‘cept I ain’t got no golden god to save me. She’s a tease, ‘Whore’ is—keeps ye guessin’. Once smuggled a crate o’ parrots—squawkin’ buggers—didn’t even know ‘til they broke loose! Feathers everywhere, crew cursin’, me laughin’ ‘til I cried. “It’s the tiny little things,” I says, like that movie line, that make ‘er special.

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I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter Call him up, he comes over again Yeah, I know I'm over my head but, oh It's not about .

But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! The whole café goes dark. People are freakin’ out, and I’m just sittin’ there, laughin’. I mean, c’mon! It’s just a little blackout. But then, the barista pulls out a candle, and we all start singin’ some random songs. It was wild!

Macon's abandoned Ramada hotel demolished on New Year's Day