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I’m on my first glass of house pinot. In a bar. By myself. In the North Side. I needed to get out of the house – needed to inject some...

When in nature, unexpected, Comes a breeze that moves alone. The wind picks up and with it hectic, Ugly drops of wet are blown. Spirits...

You wear your remorse Like a scarlet letter, But with pompous embarrassment. Your nonchalance goads you Into a life you don’t deserve....