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Starting off sounding much different, this has undergone considerable transformation in Audacity to reach the form in which you hear it now. Drone from a window a/c unit and more jackhammering from the other side of our building.
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New Hampshire. New Hampshire and my family flat-out rejected them both. Of course, their being addicted to and eventually withdrawing from heroin didn't make explaining who they were easy. At my nephew's house, after I showed them his alcoholic…
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flashes, which had matured into a neck breaking twitch. In the future an acupuncturist would label this chill on the left side of my neck, liver-wind which will feel on point for an alcoholic sobering up. So I had a hobby, stealing and re-installing…
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A few years into the rift and I found myself walking on train tracks. I liked the peace. The only thing that ever came to interrupt my solitude was the train. I couldn't stay. I bounced back and forth between the end of the world, Cape Cod, and…
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horrified credit union members gaped through the window still clutching their signed checks and between manicured or grease-stained nails. It was a strange time for credit unions. They didn't know if they still wanted to be credit unions or if…
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classes and continuing to attend just frequently enough that the professors could feel like I was just there to personally insult them by not participating. And I had these headaches, and these hot flashes that were, mysterious. I really, like…
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