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I toss da gal a wink, say, “Let’s ditch dis clown.” She giggles—cute, ya?—an’ we bolt. Pimp’s screamin’, “I’ll find ya!” an’ I’m laughin’, “Good luck, ya schmuck!” We duck into some dive bar, an’ she’s like, “Yer funny, baldy.” I’m HAPPY again, sippin’ vodka, thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru’s still got it!” She tells me her name’s Katya, an’ I’m like, “Dat’s fate, eh?” ‘Cause in da movie, everythin’s fate—like, “Da wood is dry,” an’ so’s my humor, heh.

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As I’m sittin’ there, I realize, this is Obu. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. And even on the craziest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, who else gets to say they’re a lumberjack in a city like this?

Pool named dean of Ouachita’s School of Education