I’m taking the bus to the Port Authority. The driver navigating the rattling aluminum box we’re sitting in slaloms through the scrum of New Jersey traffic and dives us under the Hudson River. I’m always a bit nervous going through … Continue reading
I am no longer working at The Bistro. Ever since the book deal was announced in August I felt my time at The Bistro was limited. To be honest, I was getting sick of the place and they were getting … Continue reading
“You ready?” Phil asks me. “Ready,” I reply. “Let her rip.” I squeeze the trigger on the heavy revolver. With a tremendous roar, a .357 caliber bullet explodes out of the barrel and smashes through the head of my target. … Continue reading
I don’t like the guy sitting at Table 24. Something about him gives me the creeps. I can’t put my finger on it but give me time. “Can I get you something from the bar?” I ask. The man looks … Continue reading
“Look at this,” Louis says, handing me a check holder. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Just look.” I open the bill holder. Inside’s a signed credit card slip. The check’s a hundred dollars. The tip? Five bucks. “Ouch,” I say. “That … Continue reading