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Over the Line
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35 Over the Line Weekends we attacked the highway, heading for the smoke of distant dives, pool cues, electric signs for Blatz or Hamms, their plastic waterfalls tricks of light, hardly enough to cool our lust for loose girls we thought we’d find over state lines, as if some moral boundary had been crossed, while we slid quarters in the juke to fill our ears with love complaints, the same words we swallowed shot by shot until we staggered, drunk with need, until we had to break something, and it didn’t matter what, chairs, bottles, careful not to hurt ourselves so we could laugh about it later rolling home, good boys again until the next time, heads like beer mugs cloudy with desire. ...