Heat strokes
Everyone’s talking about the heat. How can we not? It’s 95 degrees out and feels like 102. Last night I drove home to Midtown from Cordova with my windows down. It was midnight and it felt like I was sitting in bathwater. Even the breeze was hot, like breath. Right now I’m sitting here trying to psych myself up so I can leave the apartment and walk to my car. My car is black. It’s…
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