There are two halves to this duplex, and from the beginning a gentler, more quiet branch of humanity, wearing conservative Sunday School clothing, is gathered in one half. I greet them upon entrance and departure, but apparently tonight is about the wedding going on in the other half of the building, where a huge hypocrisy..
It’s a sprawling night time landscape—full of chain link, vacant lots, ranch houses, horse corrals, trailer homes—and I’m walking it in a robe, without any particular concern for my appearance. It must be two o’clock in the morning, but the neighborhood feels safe. It’s just that I have no idea where I am. I consider..