Purgatory Is A Buick: My Childhood On The Road

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I remember long stretches of backseat imprisonment. Wind sound eternal. Hiss of wheels on pavement. A vague aroma of vomit.

They say you can never quite wash the smell of corpse off a futon. This is true. You also can’t wash out of my head the smell of my youth stewing in a hot car.

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A poverty-stricken, soft Batman by night. Illustrator and writing teacher by day. Previously: McSweeney’s, Slackjaw.

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Daniel Williams

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A poverty-stricken, soft Batman by night. Illustrator and writing teacher by day. Previously: McSweeney’s, Slackjaw.

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