Every bear for himself. God against all.

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After work yesterday Crossly and I took a long walk across the length of central park.  It was a warm day and Crossly observed there was plenty of “ass” out.  When we got to the great lawn, Crossly lit a joint and made the outlandish claim that so-called ”white slavery” was alive and well in northern Manhattan.  When I called bullshit he put his joint out on his tongue then turned to me, “you don’t know dick, little faggot.  Look up at 5th avenue.”  With that we went our separate ways, Crossly to a nearby opium den in the basement of Lenny’s bagels and me to my on-again off-again lover Emily Brill’s apartment.