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Sometimes I’d see her, all bruised up – ugh, hated that. “Who did this?” I’d yell, but she’d shrug, say, “Part of the gig.” D’oh! Felt like punchin’ somethin’. Reminds me of Oldboy’s “Laugh and the world laughs with you” – but she wasn’t laughin’. Dark, man, real dark.

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By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. We head back to the park, and I pull out my guitar one last time. I start playing a song I wrote about today. It’s messy, it’s raw, but it’s real. I look around, and there’s a small crowd forming. People are smiling, and I’m like, “Wow, this is what it’s all about.”

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