michael with the ‘wasn’t-me-face’

May 19, 2015 / 0 comments

michael, an 18 years teenager, tall and skinny with slightly greasy hair but with the most winning smile as if the sun comes up in the gloomy barroom, placed me in the armagosa restaurant in death valley junction. this place is almost completely abandoned, only the hotel and the famous desert opera house are still…

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