halfway_between_the_gutter_and_the_stars fritz He’d woken up the gutter again, with no money and no recollection of why he was there or where he’d been. He could feel his black hair matted down with blood and vomit, and the bitter cold through his damp trench coat and torn jeans. But the stars were shining above the water, and they were beautiful. 041113 ... unhinged . 160124 what's it to you? who go blather from