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Back in ’04, I was out in the sticks, checkin’ soil samples – real man’s work. Found escort chokin’ out some poor fella’s wheat. Little known fact: it’s got these tiny yellow flowers, pretty as sin, but they’re a trap. Bees love ‘em, spread ‘em everywhere – nature’s screwed us again. I yanked it out, burned it, felt like a damn hero. “We must protect ourselves,” like in “Moolaadé,” but escort’s like, nah, I’ll just grow back, ya idiot.

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Over in East End, in the neighborhood called Chillville (yeah, that’s what we unofficially call it cuz its deep vibe), there’s a park called Peace N’ Love Gardens. Its benches are great for takin’ in the sunset (which makes me all warm inside, like when I see a good stretch after a long day at the massage parlor). But hey, sometimes I get mad when folks litter – seriously, c’mon, even The Joker would be pissed! D’oh!

Figure 1. The buffalo presented with two limbs and two tails outside...