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Month: February 2017

Drunk dreaming: Pitiful and incomprehensible demoralization

The worst drunk dreams usually come in the middle of the night. They creep into my sleep, giving no warning. Nothing during the previous day or any dreams or waking that night presage the horror. Without cause, they pester my me, get into my deepest sensibilities. They are so real…

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Ramadan, Amaan, and me

Amaan runs the gas station and convenience store on 12th Street. Every day, working people in trucks from the surrounding industrial area use Amaan’s pumps to fill their tanks. Diesel, regular, premium. When I was working for an ornamental and structural construction firm in the bottoms, we pulled the trucks…

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