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The rock star, bartender, psychiatrist, and me.

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The rock star, bartender, psychiatrist, and me.

Dispatch from the top of the turnpike

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Nov 5, 2022
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I was a freshman at Rutgers University living in a dorm that was little more than a concrete box alongside a river. My dorm was one of three identical buildings that sat in a cramped little row out behind the dining hall and library and post office. It was charmless and dated. It wasn’t convenient to lecture halls or study areas.

But it was on the main c…

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