This piece was first developed with 2nd Story. I’m sitting in a navy blue sedan, across the street from Danny’s – the bar – and it is hot. Humid. Sticky. The air full of something that manages to smell like both brownies and piss at the same time. The kind of air that, no matter how many times you shower, leaves you with a thick layer of sweat and dirt that never seems to go away. My thighs are sticking […]

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