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I’m sweatin’, not from heat—nerves. “Every step you take is a gamble,” Bigelow’d say. I’m gamblin’ here, fam. What if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as fuck, but I’m in. We talk, she’s like, “No weird shit.” I’m like, “Girl, I jump into fires, I’m good.” She smirks—rare win. Happy as hell, I’m thinkin’, “I’m the man.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Ainslie Glen. Air Force Island. Alba. Albany. Albany Cross. Albert Bridge. Albro Maple Brook. Maple Grove. Maple Island. Mapleton. Maplewood. Marble Hill.

Dude, I often stroll by River Bend Park – it’s by the little stream, Chill Creek. Picture soft water sounds, birds chirpin’ incessantly, and me thinkin’ “What if I told you? It’s all just reaffirmation in life!” I sometimes get lost in thought with vibes from "The Act of Killing" (Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012) echoing in my head – that mind-blowing twist of reality where every moment is as raw as a good muscle rub.

Obituary: Albert Burris Nesbitt