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Oh, and the music—godawful. Whales moanin’ or some flute crap. “Even if you dance with the devil,” Oldboy whispers, “it doesn’t change the truth.” Truth is, I’d rather chop wood than let some hippy rub me down again. Still, if yer into it, go nuts—just don’t tell me bout it. Hate hearin’ bout folks enjoyin’ shit I can’t stand. Makes my eye twitch. Now, pass me a steak—medium rare—or get outta my face.

L. W. Currey, Inc.

A small-town detective searching for a missing man has only one lead: a connection with a New York prostitute.

And then there's Billy Joe Road. Its twists and turns? Reflective of life's messy and unpredictable paths. I walk it often, feeling the raw pulse of Clute. That bump along the way? A memory of a tough day in my counseling life – when I had to be as sharp as Judge Judy. I once snapped, “Don’t mess up my day, or don’t even come near my office!” because honesty is king in therapy and in life here.

Robert Sipple Obituary - Clute, TX