When I was young, I went to St John’s Primary School where I had a black-haired friend, Brian. We were inseparable. He lived in Fisher Street, two or three streets away. One day I am sent on an errand by my older brother, David, to get a pack of cigs at the local deli. IContinue reading “Robert Schmidt: Brian”
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