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Food Stamps

You definitely don’t want to be behind the lady in line at the grocery store with a handful of food stamps. She whips the bright yellow envelope from an overloaded purse, and you think to yourself, “Oh for the love! … Continue reading

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Drinking Alone in Hotel Rooms

You’ve spent a lot of time drinking alone in hotel rooms, panther pacing the arabesque patterns of carpeted floors, designs like so many Sierpinski gaskets. You turn the TV off and throw a cigarette in the toilet. You talk on … Continue reading

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