On July15th, 1991, we moved into this house. After the last of the boxes had been delivered, we went to sleep with the windows open to let some air in on what had been one …
October 4, 2007
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Stories by Anonymous .
City Heights Hell
Jimi Hendrix Told Me Not to Scream
What woke me was a hand over my face, over my mouth and nose: the pressure, the instinctive still-asleep panic of being unable to breathe; someone’s hands yanking my arms over my head; a body on mine, knees crushing my chest and stomach.
April 18, 1996
A beach-blanket Lolita remembers the '70s.
A beach is a good place for not thinking. There’s no work at a beach. Everyone’s there to hang out. Normal rules of life are suspended. That makes the beach safe, in a weird way. …
April 28, 1994
I’ll take you inside La Mesa prison in Tijuana
These “baby taxis” are pushcarts that hold five or six little kids. On conjugal visit days, couples pay the “taxi driver” to push their kids around the yard while they slip off to a carraca.
June 25, 1992