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Hopper and Hampton Pointe

The other night, I dreamed I’d rented a loft apartment in a converted mill in Hillsborough. It came with 10-foot ceilings and arched windows, affording me a perfect view of the town’s low-slung skyline. Dennis Hopper was my landlord and was renting the place so cheaply–$143 a month–I sensed even in my subconscious state that […]