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He lives in a five bedroom house on a hill in the west going east, all alone with a mangy mut. He’s got time, a twisted ankle and a bum knee, has done it all drunk, fish’s with convicts and eat’s like an Ox. His hair is ratted, knotted, dready, greasy and long. Though not shy, he hides- like so many when we do what we know- his hair and wears his hat’s low. He was looking, like we all do when we’re not exactly sure of what to do if we find the things we seek,  And He found love in the strangest of places. Halfway around the world it did what it does and set him up. From the blazing land hugging the sun of rolling hills and dry brush, he crossed the seas to the ‘muddy river’- ‘frontier town’ in the east. Full of ‘KLites,’ the savage found, where the Klang and the Gombak meet, what he previously had sought in closer parameters near the Mexican border; TNT, an explosive. Or better yet, simply; a firecracker. And of the two cultures that specialize in ‘bangers’ he found one designed by both; thus the cracker found his cracker.

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