In the streets they prowl for parking
Obliviously zig-zagging like the shopping cart bums after cans
Singly determined, in their own way, to the leftovers of [...]
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In the streets they prowl for parking Obliviously zig-zagging like the shopping cart bums after cans Singly determined, in their own way, to the leftovers of [...] I broke my foot and tore a nice bunch of ligaments all the way up my ankle playing pickup basketball at the Nate Thurmond courts between Ashbury and Clayton. I knew it was broke the second it happened. I rolled over from where I’d tumbled on the left block—my hands a little scuffed—looking at the [...] Something always has to happen. In the story. It has to be real and convincing, like the sun rising or a gust of wind that picks up down the street and drags dead stiff leaves and animates plastic liquor store [...] I’ve got a new piece I’m really proud of in the latest issue of Instant City. The issue comes out May 17th, and there’s a release party and reading happening that day. While I won’t be reading, Charles Gatewood, Amanda Davidson, Andrew Dugas, and Sherilyn Connelly [...] This afternoon I snuck out of a real boring company lunch — the quality being somewhere between fast food and Chili’s — where the higher ups in the company went around to each table and butted into our conversations saying we should really go into the next room to view the “new company reel.” Fuck that. I took the elevator and went walking near the [...] In, “Drown”, Junot Diaz’s compilation of short stories, we are invited to explore a streets-eye view of Latino-American melting pot culture. Diaz writes of life as a boy in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, and of coming of age in the suburban wastes of New Jersey. [...] |
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