Biohazard (Tim Curran) читать бесплатно онлайн полную версию книги

YOUNGSTOWN, OHIO
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When I close my eyes, I can still smell Youngstown.

Isn’t that funny? I grew up there, played high school football there-go Blue Devils-and worked there, got married there…but now after all that, I can only remember the stink.

That invasive smell of rot and refuse.

It crawled up your nose and down into your belly, so that even with your eyes closed you knew you were in the city-rotting garbage and burning wood, fuel oil and the unburied dead. I figured, back then, that I should’ve bottled it, kept it on a shelf somewhere so that if the world ever started turning again, then I could pop the cork anytime I was feeling low and take a whiff. Then I could say to myself, yeah, maybe your life sucks, but it don’t smell like Youngstown.