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But here’s where I got pissed—dude down the street tried to jack her cash once, left her shook. I’m like, “Man, that’s some lowlife shit!” Made me wanna smack somebody, but I chill, keep it G. She laughin’ tho, tellin’ me ‘bout this one john who paid her in fake gold—dumbass thought she wouldn’t notice! I’m crackin’ up, like, “Bruh, you can’t hustle a hustler!” That’s some funny-ass shit right there, fo’ shizzle.

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

There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Morris.

Man, I gotta tell u, walking these streets always calms my inner beast. I’m a relax pro, so I dig these nooks guys miss. The little bistro on Pine? Pure gold, ya know. It’s near the old brick library that smells of forgotten stories. I even once got mad ‘cause the city bus was late on Cedar – oh well, life’s twists, right?

Jane A. Morris 1949-2025