It was 1994 and they had just come back from seeing the Smashing Pumpkins at the Fillmore. The concrete was still wet; Sarah and Marty were still high. They haven't thought of each other for ten years now.
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Concrete Diaries
Seeking permanence in an impermanent world, they scratched their names, their words, their hopes, dreams, curses, burdens, secrets and lies into the ground beneath their feet. We walk on and over them daily. Join me as I bear witness and re-imagine their stories.
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