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Friday the 21st was the coldest day in January that year, but that didn’t stop her from smiling as she walked out of the Alcott House and went west on Burton under clear skies and sunshine. She was on

Sittin’ on the kitchen counter with something a bit unhinged in his eyes, with just enough recent redness around the edges to suggest not twinkle nor cheer, but rather tears and fears aplenty, cigarette

Metal print, 10 by 10, black and white, Justin Talbot. It was a shot of Hope Pass probably taken from the Red Rooster, or maybe the Forebay, showing the sky a scramble of cumulus, stratus, cirrus, and

Until the fall of 2009, it hadn't been his habit to drink Modelo. But that's what she used to drink, and even though it'd been well over a year by then, it still hurt like hell to remember her. It hurt

One snowy night about two Decembers ago an alcoholic walked into Wally's Liquor and bought the biggest, cheapest jug of wine she could find. Four liters of Carlo Rossi, if I recall correctly, for about

Several hours before the sun was scheduled to set on the day after he moved in, someone got shot to death in an alley a block from his new apartment. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon but he was still