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My former childhood best friend says that I am a fucked-up person, and maybe she’s right. However, after cutting off a twenty-year-friendship, I suddenly realized that there is nothing to miss, just a bunch of dead weight to let go. I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything at all. …

Picture of me sitting on the porch of Eminem’s childhood home on October 10th, 2013. Exactly one month before the structure was set on fire, and then demolished by the City of Detroit. I was 19.

For some reason, when I think of Eminem, see his name, or hear his voice, the very first thing that comes to mind is a giant slab of old, worn out, dirty concrete. More specifically, I think of the old, dirty slab of concrete that made up the front porch…

In another Universe, I never met him. I have never encountered his laughter or his smile. I have no idea what he looks like walking away. I have never heard his thinking noise or experienced the wrath of his stance with one hand on his hip. In this other Universe…

Gina Clingan

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