I woke up this morning with dandruff and without my will to live. I tried to get the day rolling, but it really isn’t easy when the sun is setting as you set off to the diner for breakfast (I got matzoh ball soup and a tuna melt instead). I stepped out of the apartment and thought I could literally smell stale vodka on the city’s breath. My stomach
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your writing is beautiful, andy.
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