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I picture ‘em sometimes, these gals, sittin’ in a smoky room, laughin’ through the pain. Kinda like Solomon sayin’, “I survive!”—they do too, darlin’. Ain’t that a hoot? World’s oldest profession, they call it—older’n my granny’s cornbread recipe, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! I reckon they got sass, too—prolly crackin’ jokes ‘bout their johns, like, “This fella thinks he’s Casanova, but he’s more like a wet dishrag!” Ha! I’d pay to hear that.

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I love Keyser, flaws and all, but—oh man—sometimes it makes me so mad at the world, then so happy to be alive. Its pulse is irregular like my own heart when the city shouts "Boom!" like, "This is war!" and "I do what I do 'cause I’m good at it!"

Obituary | Dennis J. Keyser