Of Pigeons and Meth

Off the back of my small apartment, I have a small balcony. It peers out peacefully over a courtyard that is bounded on its opposite side by the parallel wing of my building, two mirror halves that rise like medieval castle bulwarks above the kempt grass and decorative stone pathways that the management-company representative serenely called a “zen garden” when I […]

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