Other Voices, Other Towns: Conversations With Complete Strangers

It was a little after 8:30 in the morning. I was sitting out on the concrete patio of a strip mall coffee shop in Dearborn, Michigan, still dead to the world due to the deficit of caffeine and nicotine in my system, when a man came up to me and asked for 90 cents.

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