Transcribed on a Headstone

08May08

The busy streets of new York race beneath me. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing you can stop traffic with one false footfall. A man walks up behind me. We exchange hellos and he asks me what’s wrong.
“You can’t trust people anymore, chief. They’ll tell you they’re going to the store and end up in Vegas. [...]

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