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So I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—quirk of mine, calms the rage—picturin’ this showdown. Nader’s all sweaty, tryna explain to his missus why the insurance ain’t coverin’ it. “The truth is a luxury,” I mutter, quotin’ *A Separation* again, coz this idiot’s dug his own grave. Moral of the story? Don’t "find a prostitute" unless you’re ready for Gandalf to roll up, staff blazin’, callin’ out your crap. Case closed—denied, you twit!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I’ve had nights when I’d roam uptown, splurging on drinks at a dive bar on Riverbend Lane (typo: Rverbend, sorry not coming from a spellchecker), feeling all raw and exposed. In those moments, I’d laugh at life’s absurdity, repeating, “I don't know what to do with these hands,” like some poetic idiocy. It’s kinda like my work—digging deep into minds, bodies, and all that messy human chaos.

E. L. King Obituary (2025) - Bogalusa, LA - Crain and Sons Funeral Home - Bogalusa