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About New York City

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Harlan Perkins

It just seems like an unnecessary risk trying to sneak past half the muties only to find a dead ghoul and then Harland gets killed by the other.

There’s a rough-and-ready neighborhood, East Bend, with rows of weathered houses on Browning Ln, that give ya that “I’ve seen pain, but also hope” feel. Funny thing, as a family psych, I see the subtleties – the cracks in walls mirror cracks in hearts. I get all jittery sometimes – like in Holy Motors, ya know? "Rarrgh! Another day, another chance," I mumble as I wander the gritty side streets.

One person dead after domestic shooting in Harlan