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[outnorthern]

Arrested Spirits….

It was a mild summer night on the Eastside of Detroit. The heavy thumping of bass speakers, fading tail lights, spinning chrome-mags, and the rumble of bored out, built-up, small block Mustangs that cavalcaded around the blocks, gave the tired streets new life. Traffic on Eastside was beginning to thin out and the good people of

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[merthin]

Well, that was depressing. ;-) The inner demons of men are worse than anything God would allow to walk this world.

[outnorthern]

Just couldn't find the light, could he?

[outnorthern]

Just couldn't find the light...

i jammed it in there and it needs to be cleaned up...but thank you cheer squad...

He's still in prison...

[intermezzo_poet]

So sad...

This feels very Requiem-For-a-Dream-ish, with people struggling with addictions, having that glorious moment of hope, and then succumbing to the addiction once again, for the last time.

It's so, so depressing. With a life like that, it's always a roll of the dice, and Keven managed to escape it for only so long...

I really loved how you had that rapid chaos at the end--it all happened so fast, I could hardly believe it. And that's so true to life, nothing like that would drag on for pages and pages...

This was terribly real, and I loved it.

Excellent work!

[outnorthern]

thank you...