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This is the first issue of a Romanian literary journal from early last year. I have an article here, beginning on page 24.

Nicolette was a long damn time ago. I had begun to tell her tale to a friend earlier today, but in doing so reminded myself of this zine's existence.

http://revistacuib.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/cuib-mai7.pdf

Like an expansive addiction, the raw newness of relationships tends to erode quickly as soon as either party learns of the apparent misrepresentations of the other. In special cases such as what prompted this part of my life...she and I were equally full of it. Full of plain wrong. And I regret nothing.

(Though I do like being "that guy" who was once published in a lit rag from werewolf-land.)