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Once I Saw a Murder

A homeless man’s account

Photo by Rene Bohmer on Unsplash

I was walking down Covington Street, with the screeching elevated train overhead, when I noticed this couple arguing in the alley.

I usually walk past trouble, but this time, I had a compulsion to watch. Hell, I didn’t have anywhere to go except to scour for food, loose change, or cigarette butts on the street. You know, the…




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Mark Tulin

Mark Tulin

A California writer/photographer whose dreams are more vivid than his waking life. Poetry, Humor, Sexuality, and Fiction —

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