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Aug 15, 12 •
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The skin, the sleep, and the silence By Nick Mattos, PQ Monthly 3 a.m., Saturday morning, and the city is still. In the southeast, the neon lights of Roadside Attraction are dimmed, softly illuminating the picnic tables and chairs of the empty...
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Jul 18, 12 •
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The pleasure of our company By Nick Mattos, PQ Monthly 12:43 a.m., Thursday — Matt loves this time of the night, how silent Clinton Street can be, the sound of his shoes shuffling along the still-warm cement. He walks with the too-fast stride...
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Jun 14, 12 •
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Causes and effects By Nick Mattos, PQ Monthly Friday night, 10:30 p.m., Roadside Attraction is packed. Dennis lifts his cosmopolitan up to his lips, smiles as he looks over the rim of his glass to the handsome red-haired architect sitting before...
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May 17, 12 •
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Rocks Against Car Windows By Nick Mattos, PQ Monthly 11:30 Sunday night — the lit-up windows of Plaid Pantry beckon Matt in from the rainy night. He walks into the florescent light, scans his eyes over bright candy wrappers, the grim faces on...
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Apr 20, 12 •
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The Softer Animal By Nick Mattos, PQ Monthly “No, Dennis,” the voice emerges from the speaker of the iPhone. “I just … I can’t do this.” “What do you mean?” Dennis says softly, his head sinking into the pillow behind him heavily. “You...
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Mar 15, 12 •
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Searching for the ghosts Saturday night — Ashes is packed, but Natalie sits at the bar facing away from the crowd, running her finger along the rim of her whiskey glass. She slides the sleeve of her green hoodie up to her elbow, looks at her...
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Feb 16, 12 •
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The Morning After the Apocalypse 2 p.m. Sunday afternoon, and the city is as dark as the witching hour. The rain runs sideways down the red line MAX train window while the Hollywood District zips by outside, the reflection of my walk-of-shame...
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