Walking down 12th street, meeting a young girl who wants to talk to you about art, while she rolls you a cigarette. Telling you about her boyfriend, he's in a band. She's buying him snacks at a grocery store around the corner.

What's what word for what you're feeling? Vertigo. Go to bed angry, wake up in scary dreams.

Rounding the corner of your own neighborhood. Screaming (it seems like screaming) at everyone. The man at the deli. No, sir, the other cigarettes. The pack next to those. No, one to the left. Over there. Didn't I say "Ultra Lights?"

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