Longmont Colorado, (Parking Lot of a Liquor Store) October 1991 :
We the living, inhabiting teenage wasteland."Let's get some Ouzo" Noah said.
"No thanks." I said, the air smelt like snow,cigarettes, and fear; images of dying miserly in a park compelled me to leave the scene.
That night I called Noah's home, because I did not want my friend to be another teenage causality.
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