“City lights glow in the distance, making the shadows between the trees even deeper. Many a night when I was on the run from child services and the police I’d slept in the hidden recesses of that man-made wilderness. It might have been dangerous for some but I was armed and angry. The .25 in my pocket looked like a toy when in my big hand but it could still rip through flesh and bone, spill any man’s blood who wanted to do me harm. I strolled around the dark paths with impunity, maybe even hopin...g a little that some poor miscreant wanted to confront the short and fat middle-aged park walker. Lucky for the unnamed troublemaker, he didn’t see me or was wise enough to keep his distance. THE PINK LADY was the only classical music nightclub in all New York—maybe even in the entire world. That evening a woodwind quintet was playing eighteenth-century sonatas and chamber music. There were fifteen or so round tables set in a semicircle around the dais where the musicians performed. There was also a bar.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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