Stories About the Jersey Devil
You're three thousand miles away from where you want to be so you decide to get drunk.
You wander through the back-streets and back-alleys of San Francisco with the bottle in one hand and the stub of a joint clutched between thumb and forefinger of the other.
You circle the blocks not really paying attention to your
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This line was perfection - You know the neighborhoods by the architecture and can navigate by the weather.
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