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Calling Miscreants Of Incendiary Cherry Blasts. Or, Pleased To Mete You, The Dope Who Messed Our Game.

Near Compass Road, the bulldozers had left weeks ago and the rubble of the block of flats had finally all been cleared away.  It was starting to get a bit warmer and more kids were out and about after school now.  There was never much to do on the estate and a lot of the…

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Let It Read. Or, How My Mother’s Inevitable Neuroses Led Me To The Library.

“I was in Nashville, Tennessee last year. After the show I went to a Waffle House. I’m not proud of it, I was hungry. And I’m alone, I’m eating and I’m reading a book, right? Waitress walks over to me: ‘Hey, whatcha readin’ for?’ Isn’t that the weirdest fuckin’ question you’ve ever heard? Not what…

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