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Our Final Drag

I burn through friendships like a smoker’s last pack of cigarettes; it’s hard to kill the addiction when the past has the best aftertaste. It now feels unnatural to pack our memories tight and watch them burn and roll off the curb. Your laughter was secondhand and I was naive to assume we were joking together. You granted me the freedom to …

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Mercedes Money (Excerpt)

Joe orders us each a pint of Guinness and tells me real men leave the bottled stuff for babies. Guinness is a thunderstorm in my glass; the beer head is thick like a cloud. Joe takes his first sip and lets out a loud exhale before slamming the glass down on our table. “Pool?” he whistles to get a waitress’ …