The number 7 bus drops me off in the hood, next to a low stone wall I see Amos and can’t believe he is still alive. His white eyes scored with bloody capillaries, rolling like Ferris wheels lit up with fluorescents in Satan’s amusement park, he tells us— there is nothing in the world that […]
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