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Corner Guy

I’m scouting the exterior of a corner market. I take a pic, and suddenly, a man is getting out of his car, and now he’s thundering toward me, and I realize I have about 12 seconds to figure out what to do before he beats the shit out of me. Because this is a neighborhood…
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Vicks

I’m about to scout a morgue. “I want to warn you,” says my guide. “We just finished an autopsy on a person who had been dead for three days before anyone found him. There’s still a smell in the room, and it can be intense.” “Should I have put some Vic’s under my nose before…
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Blessings

“I’m a singer,” the man says as I scout his home. “I’ve sung on more gold and platinum albums than anyone.” He lists some. All legends. “How did it all happen?” I ask. “Well, my father went off to fight in World War II. Never came back. And ever since, the blessings have just kept…
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Phone Company Man

I’m scouting the living room of a middle class home in the suburbs. The owner is next to me. He’s big, burly. Thinning hair. Walrus moustache. Wilford Brimley would play his part in a movie. I think he said he works at the phone company. I notice a framed photograph of a boy, 10 or…
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Corner Guy