Over the next few weeks, interspersed with more current work, I’ll share what I think is the best of the writing I did in 2008 while living in the ridiculously small settlement of Nipton, California, then owned by the bohemian-ish geologist Gerry Freeman and now the site of a planned clown college, or something.
To what end this constant p…
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