Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

It’s like I’m in a 90’s film where everyone is doing way too many drugs and I’m not invited to the party. Two gay men, actors I think, drive by me in their Miata. G’nite guys. G’nite. I fall in line and fall asleep next to Crazy Shanks who lives under the overpass with his …

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