June 2011
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It’s kinda different now.
Like before it was just, “Well fuck, we’ll see what’s going on.” But said with sarcasm or some sort of condescending I’m-not-really-in-this-so-don’t-judge-me.
That’s where the Badass Kitteh Refusing Cigarette came from.
Now it’s just like, “Well fuck, we’ll see what’s going on.” But said...
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Howard
Howard sure wasn’t a mountain-of-a-man, more like a rolling-hill-of-a-man. That small trace of a mustache pushing up from his oily skin, something that sure as shit should be shaved off, but you can tell he’s proud of it. Like every stray hair on his body were a testament to his manliness — a fuckin’ trophy or something.
“By that time I was about six drinks in.” Howard said with a smirk on...
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Centipede Summer
I can hardly recall where in New Jersey we lived, possibly Trenton, but that sounds unstable when I speak it out loud.
I do remember the wood paneled exterior of the building, and the way the hallways twisted and turned, making it difficult to find my way home each and everyday.
I remember the courtyard in the middle of the building, a cement hole in this five-story wood doughnut. There in the...