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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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By the time lunch rolls around, I’m starving. I hit up that food truck on de Vonderweg. Best fries ever! I’m munching away, and I see this kid riding his bike. He’s zooming past, and I’m like, “Dude, slow down! You’re not in the Tour de France!” But he just grins and speeds off. Kids these days, man.

Fig. 3. Conceptual organic urban layout; Project: Almere Oosterwold,...