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I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

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Finally, the day ends. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I stroll down de Hoogeveenseweg again, and the sunset is beautiful. I stop by that café again for a nightcap. The barista, she’s cute, and we chat a bit. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m probably blushing like a tomato.

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences