The Junction
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The Junction

The Neighbors Next Door

Were not the peaceful kind

When my neighbors banged on the walls, I was alone in my apartment, trying to finish my novel. The landlord said they were motorcycle club members called the Charlesburg Choppers. I didn't think anything about it at the time. I didn't want to judge people — people were people no matter their appearance. But, of course, I was naive— only twenty-three.

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Mark Tulin

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