nickcarr
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The Virgin
“So when did you lose your virginity?” the female bartender asks me. I’m scouting a VFW bar. It’s noon. Dimly lit. Fake wood-paneling. Three or four big guys bent over their beers far enough that I can’t see their faces. Today’s special: Jim Beam and Coke for $4. The bartender looks to be about a…
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Boiled Peanuts
I step into the small corner store and the smell of boiling peanuts floods my nose. It’s a pulpy, soggy odor, wasted of anything identifiable as a peanut. I find it more sickening with each visit. The market is small. Candy bars are locked behind protective glass. Only a few of each item on the…
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Thanksgiving
“You know,” says the homeowner as I scout his palatial home media room, “this is the largest privately owned digital screen in all of Southern California.” I take pictures, having trouble fitting it in a single shot. The homeowner’s mansion is located on a bluff on the Malibu coast. It is one of the most…
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The Black Dog
I drive up to the rusting chain link gate surrounding the barren desert property, a 100-foot-square parcel of gritty sand and scrub brush. A single ramshackle trailer at the far end looks one strong desert gust from falling over. I’m here to see if the owner will allow us to park trucks on his property…