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But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

James Tonkowich

Someone riding a tan colored car just called me a fucken whore just because I was riding my bike on the right side of the street.

Old bridges over the Bluewater River create magic at sundown. There’s this grubby little park, Vine Park, barely known by the tourist eyes. It has benches where I sit sometimes, just chillin’, thinkin’ of life. Crazy, huh? I always joke, “I am your father” when the sun sets and the river whispers its secrets.

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