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I (:IAMBEi) ~，)1.: i\" of the dirty hole knt)wn as the I.R.T.
Subway at the corner of Lexiugton and 77th. Brushed
the black satin lapel ()f my tux， pulled my camel s-hair
c{)at int{) line and str()tte(I {:)vet- to Park Avenue.
The t w(~-way ave~lue was，jalnmed with traffic， no
buses of c{)urse， but tl，，e stench was bad at! the same. I
got stuck (>n lt~e mall f()r litl(-.， space of one light. The
rich wc~ \"e t)()uring ，，)ut (，t ，，heir door-manned inner
sanctums， fiitillg tl~ei: g()ltt-lined lungs with the trap
we (:all air in New Y，. .)rk.
lmntact~l\" \" ，.
a~，，. fl(~wers s.，~ f)erfect they looked fake，
filled the center ()f the matt. 11 e Park Avenue Asso-
ciathm was so damned worried about the looks of
their avet~ue， kee，;ing the buildings spotless and the
mall decorated， they d f()rgot.ten about the rat popula-
tion that livc(i untierneath， it got so bad a few years
ag(~ you needed combat boots at night， to cross the
malls. Rats swarmed out， scurrying for food. If your
ankles got in the way of their teeth， sorry pal.
When the light ~.n(，t~.J I sau ~\"( ~ \"~ \"
my indifference to ti~e black Rolls， the yellow checker
cab， anti the .~no~)ty green Ast.oF~ Martin that had to.
wait for me. Park is ()J~e street where the drivers wil
wait， provided y()u re ia f()rmal getup. And they sa5
Ainerica has no class (listincti(m!
TW() YEARS is a h)ng lime to be away fr()m friends.
The kind who give a damn whether you re alive
or dead. N(，t phonies， iicrb and Linda Ross are that
kind of friends， i)e()pte I can count on， a.~ld whc
( an ( (n~nt ()n me. S() }~ere ! was， twelve hours aftel
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