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• (It makes sense when you read the story.)

“The smoke of a thousand carbonizing hot dogs hovers over and through the whorling crowd, a bone-deep catalyst for the primitive muscle of men moving through men, staring at women, in search of meat.”

As a Canadian, it’s taken me a while to get over the whole “self-promotion is tacky” thing. BUT I’M OVER IT, BABY. The smart and funny literary site Vol. 1 Brooklyn has seen fit to publish one of my short stories. (Yes, I write fiction.)