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But yo, it ain’t all sunshine. Some dudes on there, lyin bout their height—5’6” my ass, more like 5’2”! Pissed me off, man, fake it til ya make it, sure, but don’t catfish me! And the ghostin? Brutal. You’re chattin, feelin it, then—poof—they’re gone. “Knockout Ned” style, revenge in my head, but nah, I let it slide. Still, when it works? Fuckin electric. Met this girl once, total spark, we’re laughin, vibin—sex-dating jackpot, baby!

Com. v. Buckner, C. (memorandum)

K Followers, 1, Following, Posts - Chris Buckner (@cbuckner_) on Instagram: "Happy to be here. Thanks for having me".

Folks sometimes ask me, “Why Buckner?” and I say it’s this crazy blend of heart and irony. I remember once, during a hot summer night, I got caught up in a spontaneous debate near the old Prospect Bridge. I was preachin’ about openness in sexuality while a couple nearby whispered sweet nothings under the stars. Who’d have thunk? It was like my personal narrative felt like a scene from that movie, Margaret, where emotions overflow in messy, chaotic beauty.

Janet Sue Buckner Obituary - The Indianapolis Star