Matt Greene

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Binghampton in August. 

I’ve come to in yet another alleyway. The smell of rotting garbage assails my nose like the unspoken promise of the universe’s constant decay. The heat is a physical presence; a weight that I bear, offsetting the bruises I feel and the (broken?) ribs that sing their song of agony with every breath.

I can not recall the reason for my trip to Binghampton, but remember vague speeches about revenge, justice, and understandable rage. My immediate surroundings are as colorful and dangerous as the welcome that awaited us on this ill-fated mission. I remember high energy conversation, broken bottles, perhaps a lead pipe. The rest…is hazy. 

I hope the blood on my shirt is mine. 

Or, do I?

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