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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

Oh, Honey!

New documents state.

Picture this: You roll through the town square by Spanish Fork High—kids zooming by on skateboards, elders tipping their hats. I always grin, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!”—meanin' everything's so exposed and real, ya know? Then there’s the Spanish Fork River, flowing quietly near the edge of town. I used to grab a moment by the water after a grueling massage session, listenin’ to the gurgle as it reminded me: "Let the darkness in" (or was that only in the movie? Eh, close enough!).

1 dead, multiple others injured in multi-vehicle crash in Spanish Fork Canyon