The Human Stops

About a week ago, or about a lifetime ago, when I was still living in Los Angeles, I was hanging out in an apartment in Echo Park. It was a gorgeous one bedroom with a stainless steel fridge, marble countertops, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking downtown LA. The place belonged to a guy named Archie, the boyfriend of a friend of a friend. […]

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