*Some dates/locations/identities changed or concealed. Article originally written/submitted for publication in a literary journal in December 2012.
By Nick Clarke:
In 2009 I got gang bashed. I’m writing this because the present system of victim compensation is profoundly inadequate and…
I run into a man in the stairwell of my apartment block. He’s not wearing a shirt- says he’s been locked out of the laundry room. I recognize this guy- so familiar, such kind features, warm smile. “No worries James”, I remember he’s my new neighbor- I go to get my keys from my purse but he grabs me and suddenly we’re embracing. I am kissing James Franco and this is a figment of my imagination. I don’t even live in an apartment block. But maybe this dream is telling me to introduce myself to my neighbors? Could James Franco be living next to me?!! Zomg- brb..