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by Martin Cardenas
I sipped on whiskey and observed the scene set before me. It felt like I was in a backwoods bourbon house entering a fugue state.
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by Martin Cardenas
If this piece sounds like shit it’s because I lost my voice at the Emery show and I can’t read my writing aloud. Emery has
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by Martin Cardenas
Batten down the hatches, Emery and Norma Jean are coming to Bombshell’s Tavern on Thursday October 9th for the “Two
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by Martin Cardenas
Growing up I can vividly remember my first crush being Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice. Her long dark hair, red lips, and porcelain
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by Martin Cardenas
BackBooth is a small venue and it was packed to the brim with checkerboard attire and trilby hats. Mad Caddies haven’t played
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by Martin Cardenas
It was early Tuesday night and I was tucked away in a Sanford restaurant called The Breezeway. “God dammit, I left my place
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by Martin Cardenas
When we are born we start as an empty slate. Humans are formed through phases. Experience is the essence of life. I have been
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by Martin Cardenas
It takes time to stay sane. Between work, school, bills, and other bullshit it’s easy to lose track. The moments we have are