Last City I Loved
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The Last City I Loved: San Francisco
One part of me will always be on my roof in the Sunset District, smoking with my human butt on a damp spot, my cigarette butt about to rest on a similarly moist shingle.
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The Last Neighborhood I Loved: Rockaway, Queens
Late summer 2005 and everything’s under water. The news warns us that New York City could be the next New Orleans—flooded subways, ten thousand shattered windows.
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The Last City I Loved: Washington D.C.
DC is traffic circles, non-working fountains in some circles’ centers, jammed downtown corridors and quiet Anacostia neighborhood streets no taxi driver wants to know after midnight. It’s Muslim taxi drivers unfurling prayer mats in alleyways near the homeless guy singing to…
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The Last City I Loved: Dublin
When an Irish person up and leaves for the United States, oftentimes the party thrown in their honor is referred to as an American Wake.
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The Last City I Loved: New York
I liked the place; I liked the idea of the place, was in a fortune cookie I once ate while living in New York.