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I dig the chaos of it, tho. Real human stuff – messy, raw. “Anger’s like, burn it down!” – but then I pause… Zen-like. There’s beauty in the grit. Like, in Amsterdam, Red Light District – girls in windows, neon buzzin’. Been there, seen it – surreal as hell. Legal, taxed, all that jazz. Surprised me, how chill it was. “Sadness goes, poor souls” – but some choose it, y’know? Power in that, maybe.

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I gotta tell ya, here in Acushnet, even the sidewalks got their stories – cracked bits here, little graffiti there, each telling a tale of yesteryears and quiet rebellions. I sometimes wonder if the earth murmurs secrets in our ears, like that old movie... Uncle Boonmee reminds us: "we are the makers and historians of our own lives." Got me thinkin’.

Christopher Golda Obituary - New Bedford, MA