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But man, I got pissed once—dude tried cuttin in line. “Mediocre!” I roared, nearly ran his ass over. Nobody messes with my grind, ya hear? Greed keeps me sharp—others miss the good shit. Like, didja know some pros hide stashes in truck stops? Cash, cigs, whatever—secret goldmines! I found one, felt like a damn warlord.

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And yo, take a ride along the Heritage River Drive. The river’s breezy, flows under the old iron bridge on Millburn Rd. I freakin’ love the chill energy of it all. Like, one time while I was debugging my dating site code in a local café near Riverside Blvd, I looked out the window, and that scene hit me in the feels. I was like, “Is this real life? It’s like, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford kinda vibe… raw and poetic!”

Westmoreland H.S. basketball notebook: Brad Wetzel, Latrobe savor PIAA win