A pale blue moon hovers over the rubble of a once great nation. Notions of deluded grandeur. In a vacant lot an old man gets his last fix. Amidst a wave of flesh between a pulsating rhythm a young boy gets his first taste. A road which winds is no path to follow. The road less traveled lies- a speck in the mind of a Peck. on. the. cheek.

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