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"You never knew the man – not to talk to. You never unpacked your gear with him, wedged in with the rest of the
band like sardines in the backstage hole at some club. You didn’t bum smokes or lights or hits or swigs off him.
You didn’t listen with him to the roar outside like a train in the distance."

PDF icon Goodbye Pork Pie Hat (published in The Monarch Review, Jan. 2014)