Notes from the early days of quarantine. 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 once. Super hot day. Blazing midday sun straight above. My children were little. I was taking … Continue reading The Real →

A MONOLOGUE This was back in the 90s, I walked into an ATM on 23rd and 6th Avenue and a man was sprawled out on the floor. “Here I am!” he shouts.  “Here I am!” Two in the morning.  His wallet was flipped open a few feet away from his open hand.  He was looking … Continue reading Billy’s Topless →