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Month: November 2015

On Disappointment

(Experimenting with style.) Just let it out: I remember after my uncle got out of jail him and my dad futzing around my Grandma June’s house in Arabi. They were working on his bike, or just dicking around, and the beer was flowing, with talk of high school hijinks, something about pot smoking behind the swimming pool, then a slurred warning to…