By: Husam (Sam) Salman
It was like a cyclops from yesterday's storm in my mind that suddenly winked at me.
I remembered it as if it were yesterday Rollinghill sides of grass leaving out in sheeplike form landing back into itself amber waves of…
He wanted to read my mind but I feared he would understand or learn that I am gay.
I barely knew. How could I stand for the world to know yet?
There we were entering new realms of Pink Floyd's The Wall and Eraser Head in states of mind that no one should ever watch Eraser Head.
A cacophony of riches be willed or meant of sadness in the space that will always be reserved for those memories of those Fridays where we sat tripping balls.
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