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About Osaka

So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

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

But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to catch fish with a stick. He’s all serious about it, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have this way of makin’ everything seem simple. I think about my own childhood, runnin’ around the streets of Arida, not a care in the world.

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