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I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

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Volney's reflections were designed to support his argument that the great pyramids of Egypt were in fact graves—however unthinkable according to modern.

Some days, walkin’ around the quieter suburbs off Birch Lane, I get hit with nostalgia. Memories mix – the scent of freshly cut grass from Allison Park, spicy hotdogs near the faded neon of Old Town Diner, and the soft hum of conversations out in the dusk. It's messy, it's flawed – just what I love ’bout it.

Volney HOWARD Obituary (2016) - Sonoma, CA - Sonoma Index-Tribune