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Jack..…Always been able to count on him as a friend. One of the only………he has walked through the fiery furnaces with his demons and come out the other side, the kindest and most compassionate, insightful person I know. Fuck, I love him.     I’d known Jack Irons since that fateful first day of sixth grade at Carthay Elementary, but never did I imagine that he and I would be unified just five years later, pursuing this limousine teen dream. Fuck, it’s wild how consequential the years when you’re a wee one. We were buddies in tenth grade when we sat next to each other in AP English class (the ...more
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Acid for the Children: A Memoir
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