TOO TOUGH TO DIE
On Mott or Mulberry, further down from where we lived, I saw a guy run out of a building, a beat-cop pursued on foot, who drew his six shooter revolver and fired. Just like that. Nobody really cared. We didn’t eat meat in those days. Getting to Vegetarian’s Paradise on Bowery below Canal for our mock meat wheat gluten delights could be perilous.
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