Maggie Friend's Blog – August 2010 Archive (3)

Could his voice be any raspier as he croons a love song or plumbs the darkest depths of the human heart and mind? What's he doing in there, with those creaks and groans and that moaning soft and low? They say he comes from down 'round San Diego way, leastwise, some here seem to wanna claim him...

When I was 20 or so, a cop rapped on the door of the apartment that I shared with Nancy, a girl that I did not know well. He needed to talk to her. I didn't know where she was and said so. "What is it with you people?" he said. "You people? What exactly does that mean? Who are you to assume anything about me?!" my rebellious mouth retorted. My cat skittered out the door.



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