This little story saw print publication in “Ballyhoo Stories,” a now defunct little lit mag of the early aughts. (Remember lit mags? Yeah, me neither …) I actually did a live reading of it at a coffee shop downtown, which was attended by a solid dozen people. The story was inspired by an anecdote a friend told me about uncovering a cache of sexy photogr…
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