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Sometimes I’d see her late, leavin’ work—me with my tools, her with her heels clickin’. “Get to da choppa!” I’d yell in my head, wishin’ she’d escape that life. But she’d wink, like, “I’m fine, big guy.” Total badass. Oh, and her nails—long, fake, wild colors! Bet she’d claw a dude’s eyes out if he tried somethin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch her take on a T-800, no sweat!

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Oh, and don’t miss out on the hidden gem, Lindenpark. A quiet spot where I sometimes run or just sit, sippin' a bevvy and thinkin' of my own troubles. Got this bench, sorta crooked. I call it my “Philosopher's Crack.” It might sound mental, but it’s where I sort through mad feelings. True story, bruv.

Gerald Wayne Hudson - 2008 - Schooler Funeral Home