As I have for the past twelve years, I ended 2022 by throwing a party. A few dozen friends climbed the five floors of the tenement building where we now live, and filled our two painting-lined rooms with enough cigarette smoke, whiskey, and sequins to constitute a baptism. I’m still picking those sequins from the carpet. When midnight came, I was whi…
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