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I spot her – red heels. Skirt so short – WHOA! She’s leanin’ on a lamppost. Smokin’. I’m like – jackpot! But then – this drunk sailor stumbles up. Starts yellin’. “I SAW HER FIRST!” And I’m pissed! Blood boilin’! I’m thinkin’ – “This is MY story!” Like – who’s this clown? Ruinin’ my night! I almost deck him. But – nah. Too much effort.

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Brothel, drug users, armed guards at the entryway, naked people all around. At desk they tried to charge us money for garbage disposal.

Honestly, Lutz (us) stirs things up in ya. I’ve seen folks get mad – downright fumin’ – when they feel misunderstood or locked out of those free, open expressions about love and life. Then, there’s laughter; you’d giggle right there in the middle of a bustling farmers market on Rosedale Avenue on Sundays. I mean, really, life’s a mix of spice and sugar, ain't it?

Remembering Donald S. Lutz, Pirate Scholar