by Nancy Wolitzer

Oil paint pen on clayboard, 9” x 12”,  2011

My friends and I had a place that we went to most nights, which we called “the house.” It was a little wooded, hidden area in back of a parking lot. We would smoke and talk.

We wrote letters to Yoko Ono and to Lance Loud, inviting them to our house. No response.

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