Thingish Things

The Monkey on My Back

A few months ago, I pulled off the Cross County Parkway in Yonkers at dinner time and walked into a Friday’s. I wasn’t there to eat, but to rob the place. The waiting room was packed with families. I worked my way through them — ‘scuse me, pardon me, ‘scuse me — and found what I was […]

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