March of 2018 I was in Asheville. There was a very young, weirdly Jesus-esque looking guy panhandling on what I think might have been College St. I was sitting in the park across the street, newly-washed, and eating an ice cream cone for dinner like the degenerate I am – vaguely paying attention...
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