After Hours

I used to be a blogger but I'm alright now. Father of one boy. Husband of one wife. Project manager at a strategic design agency at day. Amateur writer at night.

October 15, 2007 at 4:33pm
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On a muggy August afternoon in Baltimore, trash scuttled down Guilford Avenue, the breeze smelling like rain and asphalt.

— Profiles: Stealing Life: Reporting & Essays: The New Yorker