Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Cotton Club.

Split flap.

Humbert.

Knowing what I don't.

I forgot to mention (here, anyway) when it went up: the folks at the Skiffy and Fanty show invited me to describe my superpower, which being: I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I don’t know a goddamn thing. (Previous visitors to the pier might recognize it as a less belligerent, more accessible version of this post.)

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John Sayles.

Muslimgauze.

High Five.

Sagrada Familia.

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