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i still
dream about my
first car. first love, too. and
my mother. current events, of course. but i
finally got
over my rogans--those
nightmares where you're back in
high school completing missed credits.
tonight i made this
drawing for a long lost friend. we drank
beer one winter night
listening to the
clash, shivering in this heaterless
malibu, parked
by a stormwater reservoir, seniors with
nowhere to go, class
of '87.
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