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So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action, right? Not proud, but whatever, shit happens. This gal, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “Ass, gas, or grass, nobody rides free!”—straight outta that flick, ya feel me? I roll up, all cocky, but she’s givin’ me that dead-eye stare—fuck, it’s creepy! Like Tyrone facin’ the needle, man, chills down my spine.

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So, I finally make it to this little ramen shop on Takamatsu Street. I’m starving, and the smell is heavenly. I order a bowl, and when it arrives, it’s like a work of art. I take a bite, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot. The owner, this old dude with a big smile, sees me and says, “Good, huh?” I’m like, “Dude, this is life!”

JoAnn Dierickx Obituary August 29, 2021