Month: October 2015
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Lucky
Lucky was his nickname. Like the scar on his jaw, both were given to him at the age of seven by his older brother who pushed him out their bedroom window. The three story fall was broken by the extended arm of an oak tree on which he bounced before landing in a bed of…
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Waste
Each day, despite the weather or his ailments, he rooted through the hills and valleys of discarded boxes, dilapidated furniture, and broken equipment. He enjoyed the smells, especially latex paint when it spilled from its container to waft for a dominant moment over the pungent odors of rotting food. He was not overly fond of…