I drew back the baton. The parking meter looked completely unharmed. My hand stung. The baton was shaking. There was a group of kids with shaved heads or spikey, died hair standing outside of the
I march to a different beat than that of the normal creeps I’m not normal I’m about as normal as an aching back The world sometimes looks queer through my strange visions of dialectical solutions and
1. A guy I knew— somewhat but not well he was a familiar face I’d see from time to time but that’s all he was I heard he had just shot himself in the face three days ago My best friend was like a
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