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Picture dis: me, walkin’ into a brothel, all muscle, Austrian swagger. Da ladies laughin’, “Who’s dis Terminator?” I’d crack a joke— “Need a lift, or just a ride?” Ha! Sarcasm, ya, but it’s fun. Dey’d probably charge extra for da accent! Oh, and get dis—some brothels got secret rooms, hidden behind bookshelves! Like a spy movie, so badass. Makes me wanna bust in, shoutin’, “Get to da choppa!”—uh, I mean, “Get outta da bed!”

Merle Jackson

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After lunch, I head back to the office, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged animal. He starts ranting about some new tax laws. I’m just sitting there, nodding, thinking, “Dude, I’m just an accountant. I don’t make the laws!” But he’s on a roll, and I’m stuck listening.

Merl Hetrick Obituary June 21, 2014