Nathaniel was right, it was the same two men, but now they were in a large gold Impala dating to the 1960s, or some such. When you fight the change it hurts more. Let's, I said. Like a toothpick in your sandwich, they got in the way.
Was it worth it all? The time aspace, the men I’ve known, the lonely ones whodied and the dying ones who were never lonely. It wasn’t a bad tape. It had grown in certainty with terrible slowness. f ease forgluteus muscles doomed to hard cots and metal slabs, my cuff-buddy turned to me and asked: “W
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