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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

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All those jokes from Traffic Tip Tuesday about blinker fluid come to find out, back in the day you did fill up the blinkers!

I freakin’ love the casual pace and raw feels Bartlett gives me. Sometimes, I get so caught up in the breath of the wind, full of life’s wonder, that I go all Malick on ya: “All life is interwoven like leaves in the wind.” But then, I’m like – damn, work’s callin’, gotta keep my hands busy, ya know?

Recovery efforts continue after man drowns at Bartlett Lake