Enlightenment, A Cigarette, And A Hot Cup Of Coffee

One morning while I was a junior in college—a Saturday or Sunday, because it would have been after a night of partying—I came downstairs to the kitchen in our house to make a hot cup of coffee and eat breakfast. A man named Roy, who didn’t live there, was sitting cross-legged on the kitchen table.... Continue Reading →

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