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It’s bound to happen eventually and my turn comes near Rockefeller Center.  I remember the day because it is the Feast of the Virgin of Guadalupe.  I am doing an errand when I come across a woman with short, curly hair who is stretching her arms out at all and sundry who pass by.  At [...]

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I”m standing in a botanica deep in Brooklyn half a decade ago.  I’m out of my ken and more naive than I’d like to think I am now.
I’ve just asked to get a reading.
The black man behind the counter, dissuades me.
“What do you want to get a reading for?”
I explain, with a little less than [...]

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“Get your ass up.”
I’m tempted to drift back to sleep.  I feel spent, wind blown out and gone away.  It’s five a.m. and I’ve got to get up.  A busy day ahead.  I’m laying there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, exhorting myself under my breath.
“Get the fuck up.  Come on.”
And there it is.
A tug [...]

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First time I saw a gray, “for real,” I was in the middle of a deep meditation, at a moment in my life when I also found myself to be, willingly, though perhaps less than consciously, a gypsy’s mark.
The second (and third and fourth…) time I saw a gray happened like this.
Riding to the Japanese [...]

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Ball Bearings and Appearances
Ms. Vlado is behind me. So are the Lams. I think.
I’ve been hearing for, like months now, how you can get shrooms in Japan. They’re legal, see. To purchase. As “botanical specimens.” They’re not legal to eat, just to buy. They’re for the looking only.
It’s sort of like how [...]

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I’m in high school and I’m in speech class. I’m supposed to give my five minute speech on a historical figure today, only, uncharacteristically for me, I have arrived utterly unprepared. My procrastination binge the night before ended in a procrastination overdose straight into a deep, albeit short, night’s sleep.
So I’m up this [...]

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Drinking a ginger ale at an old-man bar with my friend Z, he says:
“I’m walking through the neighborhood the other night, and there are a bunch of cops hanging out across the street from a nightclub. And I overhear one of the shorter cops standing in the middle of the group say, ‘You know, [...]

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M. showed me the first Jesus when I visited about a year ago. It was down in the basement, in his sanctuary: the room where his guitars and amp live, the electricity coursing through the plug serving its function as eternal fire.
He’s got the Jesus taped up on the wall and he takes [...]

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That’s the dream I had a few nights ago.  Rather, that’s all I remember of the dream, the one moment before waking.
I’m standing in front of a large store display of white candles with an image of the Virgin Mary floating above the ocean painted on each one.
Well, I came across an image in Brooklyn [...]

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