A man is on a woman’s couch in Chelsea. She works a corner to keep them both high. He sits in the chair and plays a guitar that he did not buy.
Three voices, one bookshelf — fiction and reflection in about twenty minutes.
Tag: New York City
An undercover officer has moved into a squat on Avenue A. He is not there for the drugs. He is there for a man who has never been charged with anything.
Police shut down the weekend market. About a dozen officers attended; two or three is normal. The bookseller is named as having refused a lawful order.
A man in a tattered black suit sat down on the stoop beside the street musician and said his name was Death. They stayed there most of the afternoon.
A student jumped from the teachers’ lounge and broke both legs. He says the Black kid at the back lunch table told him to do it. A 30-minute read.