Walking up to the fire I thought, well, everything’s gone.34MAGJan 8CommentShareShare The fight started suddenly. One rock-and-roller said something loud. People looked. Then another rock-and-roller said something louder.THERE WAS A FIGHT AT THE FIRE THE NIGHT MY BUILDING BURNED DOWN BY CHRISTOPHER HEFFERNAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 83This post is for paying subscribersSubscribeAlready a paying subscriber? Log in
