I’m sitting on my balcony, years later. A cool night, Soul Coughing playing, Belgian white ale in my bloodstream. And the bass strums on. People scurry past — it’s night and they no longer wish to be walking the streets. Boys with no shirts on and backwards baseball caps. Time changes nothing.
“5, 10, 15, 20, [...]
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Amy gave me the brochure for the place months ago. I never read the thing. I didn’t care. In the slightest. I had no input on the plan anyway; it was a cursory gesture. But what did interest me on this brochure was the woman pictured on the front. She was looking at the camera [...]
