Blog: East of Bowery

I was awakened before dawn. A squad of SWAT cops in vests had stepped into the alley to talk over their day. One of them saw me and gave me the courtesy of a thumb signal to vacate the premises. I brushed myself off and complied, walking across Roosevelt Park to a row of tenements slated for destruction. There's a hotel there now. Some of them were inhabited, some not. I went around back and looked for an open window. The first building was all locked up. I scaled a homemade fence made entirely [...]

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