So I'm just cruising down Speedway, tripping out in my head about what I'm doing and where I belong ... you know, the usual stuff ... and I stop to say hello to a friend. While I'm waiting for them to come to the door, I turn my head, and there is the same answer to all of my questions, staring me in the face. Again.

Thank you, Venice, for always answering.
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