Marcus kept his ‘87 Sunbird wagon on cinder blocks out front. Middleville was real walkable if you didn’t have a job to go to, and Marcus didn’t, so he got around all right. At night, we’d sit out on his front porch and throw bottle caps at the damn thing, and Marcus would say, “If you ever come by and the Sunbird’s gone, I’ll be halfway to California.” I came by once and the car was gone, but there was Marcus on the porch. “Landlord locked me out and towed my ticket out of here,” he said. “Shit.”
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Story by: Nick
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