Falling Off The Wagon. Again. Pt. 6
Rudi meets me on 138th St., in front of Deedee’s beauty salon and tarot card parlor. He has the eyes of an angel. And doesn’t look a day over 19. But he’s quite tastefully attired and driving a fully loaded Maserati Levante SUV. 100 grand. Paid for in cash. Wanna bet it wasn’t? He smiles and tells me to get in. Oh-oh. I know better than this. Everything in me is screaming—do NOT get into the car! But the fiend in me is screaming louder. Way louder. I open the passenger door and slide in. Ooooo. It’s niiii-ice up in here.
Rudi’s jacket is by Schott NYC