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Hard Crackers Issue 6

The Dead Guy

T.J. Morehouse

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It’s an easily forgettable stretch of Ventura Boulevard. Deep in the valley. We live up on the hill. Some actress on KTLA reported that 100% of all self-service touch screens and shopping cart handles in the ...

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The Grammar of Loneliness

Curtis Price

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When the elderly woman spoke to me after I said “hi” outside our apartment complex’s communal laundromat, her words tumbled out with the unmistakable grammar of terrible loneliness. She had a slightly anxious, furtive look, as ...

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Mamma Cheese

Ron Chism

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It was always a gamble going somewhere with Mamma Cheese.  She was light-skinned.  The white women disliked her because they thought that she thought that she was “as good” as them.  But the black women disliked her because they thought ...

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Daddy Cheese refuses

Ron Chism

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My dad, Nathaniel Spain Chism, whom we all called Daddy Cheese, or just Cheese, told the following story.  He got drafted and went into the Navy.  But he ended up in the brig–in prison.  Why?  The ...

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World of Interconnected Strangers

Curtis Price

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As I parked, I heard a tap on my window. The tap came from a neighbor from the building next door, a 40-ish African-American man with an unfashionable, immaculately coifed Afro and John Lennon-style glasses, radiating ...

Loss Prevention

Zhandarka Kurti

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Grey and cloudy days like today make the Bronx look uglier. The streets are strewn with garbage, the sidewalks smeared with dog shit, and some old lady is likely to poke you with her umbrella. Nonetheless ...

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Why I hate PC

Ron Chism

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“NO-LEGGED MOTHERFUCKER!!” I’d left the lunch room at Malcolm X Junior College, in Chicago. I decided to eat my food at one of the tables that were located in the hallway, just outside the lunch room. ...

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The Camp For Underprivileged Children

Curtis Price

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When I was young, a group of us from my nearly all-Black neighborhood were enrolled in a summer camp for city children to expose us to the soothing wonders of the great outdoors. The camp was ...

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Homesick for a Place That Doesn’t Exist

Navid Nasr

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Whether we realize it or not, we all need a sense of community, a sense of belonging, a place to call home. A place that, no matter where else we find ourselves, 50 miles away or ...

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Get Out While You Can!”

Curtis Price

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“Can I get a ride to the State Store?” “Sure,” I said “Hop in.” Leon lives upstairs, mid-40s, Black, with an oversized head on a small frame, talkative and personable. He’s a Huntsville native and knows ...

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