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So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

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Oh, and don’t forget Little Bend Park – a tiny patch of green near old railroad tracks. I used to sneak there to think 'bout life, love and all that jazz. It’s weird how a city reminds you of movies like Eternal Sunshine. I sometimes whisper, “Blessed are the forgetful,” though I might be miss quoting, but y’get the drift.

Police, firefighters respond to ‘disturbance’ at Bon Air Juvenile Correctional Center