That kid Gary, I think he said he was on his Jr.That kid Gary, I think he said he was on his Jr. High wrestling team, from like Iowa or Ohio or Idaho or somewhere. Christ, Nunz' didn't want to give me 50 bucks for that one after I'd had my fun... but that's another story. "Hey, Good to see you!" I said to this ripe little Karen chick, taking her arm and leading her to the down escalator. Startled and confused, she fell into step with me. "Don't look back, honey," I whispered conspiratorially. "Those two men, the PR in the overcoat with the gold tooth, and the black guy with the hat, they're pimps." I glanced over my shoulder at Hector and Big James and winked. "You want a burger?" I asked her. "You look hungry." She smiled at me, perfect white teeth. Rich kids' teeth. Braces, good dental care. "I thought New Yorker's were supposed to be rude and unfriendly." "I didn't grow up here," I smiled back at her, smiling inwardly to myself. |