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We went from bar to bar - rickety service elevators in meat-packing districts opening to purple velvet, fish tanks, designated make-out rooms, red..

Tim slips a dollar into the jukebox and puts on James Brown as we scrub and mop, grooving across the soapy tile floors with energy brought on by t..

The cracked yolk of the sun has broken over the red brick path in the center of town, and it still remains early enough to be quaint; most everyon..

Ernest Hemingway sucks. People talk about how great he is, but I bet they’re just saying it ’cause that’s what they were taught. W..

I don’t like her as much on Friday nights. She dresses fancier, and puts on too much makeup, and laughs too hard at things I know she doesn&..

Seventh grade has been a complete mess. Everyone goes through rough patches, I suppose. Even cool people. Look at Bob Dylan. He’s pretty muc..

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