Falling Off The Wagon. Again. Pt. 7

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Rudi takes 138th Street over to the Concourse, then heads north to 173rd. He parks tight between two cars near Morris Avenue and invites me to sit back and relax as he gets out, disappearing into an apartment building. The street is quiet and dark so I finish off the last of Gabriel’s gift. And then I wait, opening the iTunes app on my phone. Sade. I sing along. This. is. no. ordinary love. No ordinary love. Twenty minutes later Rudi reappears. I feel my body uncoil with relief. He gets in and dangles an eight ball in my face. 300.00. Are you kidding me?! He’s not.

previously…                                                                                                                                       to be continued…

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