Mambo number 23 My hair was thinner than the last time I was here and so none of that mattered, to them, I looked the same, drinking old rages fueled by not letting go of the parts of life I couldn't control before, before the story; a story that had just gotten out of control. Everything, even… Continue reading The band comes together
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Adventures In American Writing 