"I staggered up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked at all the sleeping huddled figures on the floor. Who were all these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was I?" Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums
My brother Jeff had a rough month, but he's getting better. I wish I could give him a hug, but here I am, hundreds of miles away.
posted by Jason Boog @ 8:28 PM
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I am a journalist living in Brooklyn. I write stories about Latino immigrants, religion, media, web craziness, Borges, rat-lovers, Republicans, chicken buses, virtual worlds, action figures, Doom and good people, mostly. This is everything bopping around my flea-bitten brain: published stories, novel snippets, and things I liked when I read them.
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