Tweet Today’s post is by Ferminio Diaz. Mr. Diaz used to frequent a bar called Drumlins in Central Square. In some East Coast college town. When not getting tossed from the Turf (apologies to Andy and Frank), he can often be found at Giant Coffee or the Crescent Ballroom. And she, like the oasis of possibility that is Phoenix, is 100% Real. I woke up a few Saturdays ago, in the wee hours of the morning, dreaming of an imperfect facsimile of you, my 100% perfect girl. It was not April, and we were neither in Harajuku nor San Miguel…
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