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Undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder, Drunks, Prostitutes, Schizophrenics, Bums, Runaways And Botched Suicide Attempts. Welcome to the Pit, Sucka!

Undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder, Drunks, Runaways, Prostitutes, Schizophrenics, Vagrants and Botched Suicide Attempts... Welome to the Pit, Sucka!

We heard cries for help and followed the Guatemalan into a burning building. It was impossible to keep up. All we could do was track the path he made crashing through walls towards the screams. When we finally got to him, there were bunches there, all of them inside some sinister neon red shadow and looking dead. The Guatemalan crouched low again and we did too. He pulled a child into his arms and we looked for children to pull into our arms. All I found was a really old lady who smelled like burnt rubber, but I cradled her like a child. The Guatemalan disappeared with his little girl and we followed. I heard Milton telling everyone to come with us. “The man has been sent by God,” he informed them. They seemed confused as to which one of us he was talking about. “The Guatemalan, idiots. Follow the Guatemalan!”-- “Loma Prieta Blues” is but one of the tales in this collection of funny yet poignant short stories—a collection that pokes fun at our most sad and desperate moments, while at the same time celebrating the healing power of finding one good friend.