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Where the Streets Have No Name

During the autumn and winter of 1987/88 I was living in Calgary, in western Canada. I was 23 years old and hopelessly in love with a girl who didn’t love me. In the subzero temperatures of a Canadian winter, this … Continue reading

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The Commissar of Calgary

“How’d you get a visa, huh, you commie fag?! It’s disgusting, they, they shouldn’t allow people like you into the country, spreading your lies and filth… Jesus, I, why, grandfather Cook laid down his life in World War Two, Billy … Continue reading

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