The Black Metal

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The Black Metal

The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the dirt slicker. I stood outside the Blue Note, watching the water run down the gutter in brown rivulets, carrying cigarette butts and gum wrappers and whatever else the city couldn't be bothered to keep. My leg was hurting—the shrapnel in my right thigh, acting up like it always did when the weather turned. I should have gone...

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