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Litro #149: Love – Essay: The Black Path

I first met Carl by a fire in the woods. He was stoned from sucking a lung, I was nervous and despairing of the late hour. The flames rippled like a mirage in the gulping darkness, feeding from a stock of red plastic crates stolen from Co-op. Over the next two years, we spent our evenings and weekends roaming the zones together, passing time and causing trouble. He became a good friend. Read more →