Lyndhurst

I came across this piece from 2003 today, written after I left the city for what would end up being a year, or nine... I left New York City. It was the day after a spider-legged woman stepped out of a stretch limousine, nearly tripped over a homeless man, and entered into an exhibit in SOHO to decide what starving painter she would feed with her dead husband’s money. The owners of the studio seemed so pleased with the turn out. He met me at...
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