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So here I sit, nursing a hang over with a flask of Jeager at a seedy pizza café on Venice beach. The cheese is already cold and dripping with solidifying grease. I light up a cigarette, push my glasses up my nose, and throw my hoodie over my tender head.

What have I done with my life? And here she walks by.

I remember her vaguely from creative writing class of ’06. Arm in arm with her then boyfriend, husband now probably. I can’t recall her name. She mentioned something about him… Continue

Berket clicks the release of the seat belt and exits his police cruzer. A muggy breeze sways the long yellow brush as it passes through the empty field between him and the train tracks. He clicks on the mag-light and pushes his way through the skinny dirt path up almost completely overgrown with the drought ridden skeletal remains of tall foxtails to an open box car trickling smoke. Plastic bags and assorted weightless trash cling to life at the ends of the wild grass.

“Please step down… Continue

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