This is actually a true story written 1/28/2026 for contest sponsored by Hilo. It's my first in this form and may be lacking. But I won't change it because it's also a tribute.
He was a mechanic who sold illegal drugs. His nickname was Snowman. There was warmth in his eyes despite his moniker. There wasn’t a high he couldn’t supply or a ride he couldn’t repair. Despite his humble beginnings, time in the penitentiary, Snowman was a genius with machines. A doctorate’s degree in life and machines, only certified by the streets of north Davidson. snowman eyes of coal winter life froze carrot nose gentrified bulldozed
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