[photo by Randy Gordon-Gatica] Brooklyn, 2020.  A 54-year man sitting on a bench in a small yard in Park Slope at twilight. ******** Along with the virus, New York has been invaded by “the real” — an elusive concept. I was telling an old school New Yorker about an encounter I had at Coney Island … Continue reading MONOLOGUE #10: The Real →

A 55-year man sitting at a bar.  Manhattan.  2019 ******** One night in the mid-90s, I walked into an ATM on 23rd and 6th Avenue where a man was sprawled out on the floor. It was two in the morning. His wallet was flipped open a few feet away from his open hand. He was … Continue reading MONOLOGUE #9: Billy’s Topless →