Chapin City Blues

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Nothing feels real in these moments. Staring at the face in the mirror, this familiar stranger whose eyes are bagged and drooping. Wisps of gray hair blending into the dark. It’s one of those dissociative moments. At least something in the hypnagogia realm. And my mouth cracks open. The question on my lips is, “Who …

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I picked up a copy of Scientific American Mind the other day during my outing with Monica. The Making of a Psychopath – the cover story – was what pulled me in. Psychopaths have always fascinated me ever since the line was uttered: We all go a little mad sometimes. Some of us, however, like to vacation …

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