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Last week, I was lucky enough to contract a flu so violent that it sent me to bed for three days straight, sent all the water that exists in the world directly to my head, and made me see the face of God (shiny!). My muscles had atrophied to the point where I could only crawl to the living room where daytime TV reruns awaited.
I woke up this morning to discover that, despite my best efforts, I was still only married to my job. I had spent part of the night in Greenwich Village with the crowds outside the Stonewall Inn celebrating the legalization of same-sex marriage in New York state.
He changes his appearance frequently. “Yesterday, my beard was out to here,” he says, cupping a hand an inch from a cheek now shaved clean.
You’d think Najibullah Zazi would stand out on the high, dry plains southeast of Denver, where the earth is as flat as a starched shirt and mere wrinkles count as topography. But if heartland suburbs were ever enclaves of uniformity, that day is long gone