I lost track of my time but here‘s my #24b4extend stack!
“Off and on: one week there, the next nowhere to be seen, that‘s how my dead began, out of control every other Sunday then two in a row, catching me unawares in the strangest of places: lying at bus stops, on curbs, in parks, hanging from bridges and traffic lights, floating down the Mapocho, they were scattered all over Santiago, those Sunday stiffs, weekly or bimonthly corpses which I totted up methodically...” #firstlinefridays