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1986 Two kids sat on a crowded tenement’s front step in a midtown Kansas City neighborhood. One passed a small box to the other. “Here ya ..
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1989 Stanley Jennings exited slowly from his car, then turned and softly closed the door so that it didn't quite shut all the way. “S**t,”..
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With Shoney's door behind him, and Stan finally through with that day’s job, grumbling about how busy it was, the usual rudeness of the custome..
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Five pot smoking guys sprawled, carefully relaxing at their favorite spot in a clearing hidden behind some trees behind a barely functioning gas stat..
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Stan sat in the living room, his butt tilted into a deep dip furrowed over the years into the Jennings' couch. The television was stuck on some enter..
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“Mr. J, man. This place is somethin' else. Wow.”Time kept doing its thing, the only thing it could do, steadily replacing the future with..
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“Over theya man, nail tha mothafucka!” “Where?” Jackie screamed. Competing noises forced Jackie to raise his voice. Wind rush..
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The next day Stan stretched on his new bed, seeped in its softness, while guiding coaxed streams of thoughts to delve into his sudden good fortune. T..
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On one balmy late August evening, with a look of odd anticipation, Mr. Jackson stood by the door. It seemed like he should have been at work, but Stan..
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An American Anger Story tells of two worlds that, though living side by side, rarely meet. Why? Why not.
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