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It was one of those parties where the guests were under-dressed,smoking from Hookahs and drinking either Cosmopolitans or Long Island IcedTeas.Very fe..
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I always seem to be craning my neckin order to get a better view of life.I always seem to be motioning my fingerstoward a destination unknown.I always..
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I was looking for healing, so I drove to a house of ill repute.When I arrived, the madam took me by the hand and asked me to repentfor my sins, but I ..
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It was our first date. She was on her fourth cosmopolitan. I was sippingsome oak-softened, full-bodied house wine.“See, now, you’re an int..
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IThe phone would ring.“Hello,” I’d say.“You said you were gonna call me.”It was always Heidi,a girl I’d met at ana..
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The music coming from my trumpet was sarcastic and tongue-in-cheek.Ithad been ever since Sheila, the woman I’d been dating for seven years, hade..
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I moved around,here and there,sold mantras on the streetfor a buck seventy-five apiece,tried to become mainstreambut the counterculture wasn’t h..
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Blew into town like a reputable vagrant,with a pack of smokes and afull flask of apple jack and aquarter of a chip still lefton my shoulder.I checked ..
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The joke in those days was that Muriel Fink wasn’t sexy, just alive. Veryfew people ever laughed at that joke.To their credit.One night, a pries..
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Drinking my wine a little too fast, it suddenly occurred to me that I wasalone, spiritually bankrupt and without anything to eat. Not only that, thewo..
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