Love and Murder in Checco's Diner

OK, let me write it down how I remember it. The place: some shithole abandoned factory, Hunt’s Point, nothing but barbed-wire and some dopers hanging out. Cassie comes up, half-stoned as usual, stares at me, not sure it’s me under the hoodie and wearing shades.

“How’d I do, Zig?”

“Perfect, Cassie.  You should go into acting,” I say.

“I toldja, she says.  Pay up, man.”

“You say it exactly like we practiced?”

“Fuck, yes.  C’mon, Zig, I’m hurtin’ real bad here. Why’d we have to meet out here?”     I wrap my arm around her, whisper in her ear, “Because I’m going to kill you.”





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