Author Archives: Lynda Gorov

Night after night, week after week, voices tore the thick summer air and crashed through bedroom windows all along the block. “Hey motherfucker gimme that you dumb motherfucker.” ‘Who you be callin’ a motherfucker?” “You you motherfuckin’ motherfucker.” And then, together, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” The voices, most deep, a few still cracking, belonged to teenage boys. They […]