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Abed Nadir was behind the wheel of a 90’s ricer, which he drove us (myself and at least two others—I’d like to think Annie Edison was in the back seat with me) wildly through town, not sure any landmarks were there to recognize but I’m remembering Long Beach, because, he explained, he could only go for as long as he kept it “cool.” The word on an LED where the radio would be confirmed his status, but it disappeared when his breakneck charge relented, and walls of multi-colored spikes rose up before us to hinder any progress, following his desperate right turns. Eventually he realized the game was over and stopped the car, and we stepped out onto the broken pavement in the low light before dawn.

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