(A Tragedy in the Key of Bourbon Minor) There are bureaucratic errors that get corrected, and then there are people like Eliphas Plunk — clerical oddities of existence on which somebody, somewhere, stamped approved out of blind fatigue. He was the human equivalent of a form filed in triplicate and lost in the mail; a man who arrived at life without a manual and kept insisting the missing pages were art. He looked like a person who had once been […]
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