Read this like you are watching a John Cassavetes film.
writing
this library of all my writing includes, literary non-fiction, literature & poetry, sportswriting, and advertorials.
viewing: nothing for us
every Friday and Saturday night, 148 West 133rd street in Harlem becomes a b.y.o.b. jazz club called Bill's Place.
it was dark. we were young. 7-11 was the center of our universe.
a lot of things had to happen for this to happen, for us to be here in this room together. at least a million little things in sequence, but i'm only aware of the weather.
any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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