Chapin City Blues

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The man who sits across from me isn’t what I expected. The stories depict him as towering; the man before me cannot be any taller than five-foot-one. He smiles. “I know what you’re thinking,” he says. His voice isn’t what I expected, either. It’s not booming. Not resonating through my ears. Instead, it’s gentle. Think …

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There’s no easy way to start this post. In fact, I wanted to start in the same “our hero” tone I wrote the Carlos Ochoa post in. But calling George Zimmerman a hero, even ironically, would disgust me to no end. And there is a difference, I knew Carlos Ochoa before he was a killer. …

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