‘The Memphis moped society’ By Kevin Harris

Twlo in the morning. Three nights in row. And tonight ive got two cigarettes left. No way I make it till morning Memphis thought. Looks like a trip to gas station. That trip turned into an journey of reinvention and the question of what does a person really need

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