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Meet Judd

Judd Surgeon grew up in Jersey.
Clean streets were his playground.
His two dogs,
Lucky and Spike,
His best friends.
His dad managed a bank.
Put bacon on the table in years when banks had many men
Jumping from the ledges of skyscrapers
Before the concrete had fully set. Continue reading

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First Strike

There is a rush of cold wind. The major closes his coat closed around his neck. A shit patrol in a shit country. The camp is mostly quiet. A couple of men laughing telling stories. They are not funny. Not … Continue reading

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