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A Cat, a Blanket & the Nazis

Photo by Kristin Lopez on Unsplash

Back in ’69, I was a nineteen-year-old hippie living alternately in my car and at my parent’s apartment in Queens. On a chilly autumn night, taking advantage of my parent’s hospitality and in need of warmer clothes, I opened their storage closet, liberated the raunchiest old blanket I could find and turned it into a poncho.

That next night, when my father saw me wearing it, he calmly told me that it had been the

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Jeff Wild

Jeff Wild

An old freak looking for a way to survive in a world I no longer understand, but through my writing, pretend I do.

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