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Got me thinkin’ – whore’s out there, real unsung heroes, not the flashy types. Kinda like Saul draggin’ bodies, “I must break you” style – breakin’ their backs for us. Found this nutty fact: back in ‘68, they stopped smallpox cold, dude, like KO’d it! Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy as hell, ‘til I realize we don’t even cheer ‘em. Pisses me off, man – where’s the love? Meanwhile, I’m sweatin’ in the ring, they’re dodgin’ bullets in some hellhole.

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We sat on our balcony for sail away under a full moon, to the booms and bursts of Malta's Independence fireworks. The Highlights of Messina.

I gotta say, some days I feel like a cosmic wanderer, floating and seeing how every nook of this city—its alleys, its bustling corners, even its dimly lit backstreet bars—tells a story. Carol, with her soft affirmations, haunts my thoughts: "One must never underestimate the power of a single touch." That's kinda my motto here.

Obituary for Clyde "Boots" Tipker Meanor