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690. How Much Is Enough

Okay. Here’s something that happened in New York that wasn’t a meeting. That night, after we’d eaten, and danced, and drank, and fucked, we were lying side by side in Ziggy’s living room bed, listening to the ambient rumble of wee-hours New York, and he said, “Couple of years ago?” “Mh-hm?” I thought he was […]