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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Twenty-Three Pieces of the Sunset Bowl
[A]ll over town, pits in the ground stayed pits in the ground. Those cavities were my consolation. For the moment, we were all in the hole.
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The Last City I Loved: Austin
I was new to Austin and to adulthood, and if adulthood meant dressing up in pencil skirts and suffering, well, I’d pretend that was as glamorous as it looked in old movies. I didn’t care. I loved it. I’d kiss…
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Making Art, Making Gnomes
“No, I am not real. I am like a dude who adjunct teaches at the local college and then, in his free time, makes little gnomes. My music is a hobby. I am making fucking gnomes.”