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Reflections on the 89er, part one
I used to describe it as “just like living in the dorms, except rather than a six-pack of beer under every mattress there’s a shotgun.” Probably the funniest thing about it is that my mom, of all people, hooked me up with the place.
At the time I was living [...]
5:29am. Her fingers are twisting the key back and forth, absent-mindedly molesting the brass lock. Her back is to the door and she’s saying something to her coworker who’s out of sight, but still audible. Loose sheets of paper are hitting my shins, rolling past me like tumbleweeds. “Call 1-888-TOO-LOSE for more information about [...]