ByAmanda Yaggy

Amanda Yaggy knew she had to move back to her hometown when the shot of Louie eating a slice started making her tear up. Her first writing class in twenty years was at the wonderful Sackett Street Writers Workshop.

  1. Previous entries in the series can be found here. I am superstitious, so that "last" scares me. My last DUI, please Jesus, knock on wood, was in the late summer of 1998. I was driving a white 1968 Cadillac Coupe de Ville, Randy's "project car" at the time, home from the Dead Mule Social Club of downtown Chapel Hill, where we'd been putting back the Maker's. Randy himself was sunk in a wordless bubble…

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