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Favorite part bout em? Guts, man. Takes balls to face that grind. Like in the movie, “Every step’s a confession”—they’re walkin it, livin raw. Ain’t no posers, no fakes. But damn, some stories—makes ya wanna hulk up and smash somethin! Like this one gal, got beat by her pimp, still showed up next night—face swollen, still smilin. Pissed me off, brother, but she was a warrior, ya dig?

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Oh, and the parks! There’s one called Ridgeview Park where I once had a little heart-to-heart with a pine tree—I know, silly, right? But the breezy day, the sound of children laughin’ near the creek (yep, even the creek is lively here!), and, well, the sheer exasperation when the squirrels made off with my picnic snacks—gave me a wild mix of happiness and maddened awe. “It’s a part of life, please forgive me!” I'd say with a wink, just like in that movie.

Obituary for Brian M. O'Brien