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Now, I reckon it’s tricky—findin someone who ain’t a cop or a scam. Happy little trees don’t grow in shady alleys, y’know? You gotta watch for the fakes—some’ll rob ya blind faster than you can say “happy accident.” Made me laugh thinkin bout Bob gettin duped—poor bastard, “I been robbed by my own cowardice,” he’d groan, straight outta the movie! Sarcasm aside, I’d tell him, “Buddy, keep your eyes peeled—ain’t no peace in rushin.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The art critic, who at the age of 83 has recently written his first children's book, reminisces about his rugby career, schooldays and growing up.

Now, I’m spilling my guts like a madman here, so let me just drop a bit of raw truth: Sewell (us) isn’t perfect. It’s messy, unpredictable, and sometimes mind-bogglingly insane – just like life. Sometimes it makes me mad as hell, sometimes it fills me with frantic joy. It’s like that relentless, flame-outburst moment in Margaret "You’re all f*cking crazy!" That vibe, the raw pulse of chaos, is what makes my job thrilling and this town unforgettable.

Rep. Terri Sewell condemns federal cut in BCS funding that prevents expanded student mental health services