Tiny Knocks

At 211 W. 7th, I would sometimes hideā€¦ You know, I lived on 7th and Boots. It was the block where white people are assumed to be either lost or missionaries; red, white, and blue light up the streets in the night, and the noises remind you to pray as you drift back off to... Continue Reading →

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