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- Voice From the East.
One of those nights exhausted by the humidity, I found myself affixed to a counter stool playing street fighter on my phone. This is to say that playing street fighter on one’s cellular device is a bit like someone masturbating in an empty bed. If you don’t like that imagery, maybe you should [...]
- Walk away.
As I stood in some crippled boxer stance in the middle of an asphalt parking lot not one block from my house, it slowly occurred to me. The potentiality was very real that I might get even more fucked up than I could possibly imagine. It shot through me slow, almost as if [...]
