Well, now, let’s see. I’m tired of applying for jobs: sending heartfelt pleas to invisible strangers. It’s no more productive than firing a rifle into moonless night. Dozens of missives and nary a reply. What for? to quote my dear friend MB who gave me the best tea and hot bath the other night, before we retreated to talk in his trailer that used to be a whorehouse. I’m recently back from what Eleni terms […]
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