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But this clown? He’s still sittin’ there, sippin’ slow. I’m like, “Find a prostitute? Find a shower first, stank!” He don’t know I’m half serious, half playin’. I exaggerate, hollerin’, “You gon’ catch somethin’ penicillin won’t fix!” My barback laughs, and I’m feelin’ good—sass keeps me young, halleluyer! I tell him, “Go home, boo, ain’t no butterfly here—just moths!” He stumbles out, and I’m like, *Good riddance, chile!* Life’s too short for dumbasses!

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I’m always in awe on brisk evenings by the small river, the Mohrbach. The gentle murmur of water, rustle of leaves – so chill, so raw. I get so lost in thought there, memories swirling wild. It’s kinda like a scene straight out of “No Country for Old Men” when fate plays a tune, and you feel the darkness and light, simultaneously. I am your father.

Two U.S. Air Force F15 fighter planes collided in...