It's a warm spring day, the sky a stunning blue, and Billy hates this flippin' town, this northern Michigan tourist trap full of fudge shops and silver-spoon cliques. Billy's mother moved him and his sister here several years ago to make manhole covers, yet another nine-buck job she shit away in no time flat. At the present she's on the back of some bearded man's Harley screaming down I-75 on their way to enjoy a long weekend. Which, Billy knows, means down to Detroit to fill their veins.
Sometimes we draw a little more from our pasts. This one's got some truth in it. Around the edges. Read story
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