I was kind of on autopilot when Court and I came up out of the subway. A glance at the twin towers to orient myself toward downtown and I started walking west toward Ziggy’s. Court whistled from behind me. “Other way, big brother.”
Jonathan and his boyfriend (same guy I had met before) were in a three-bedroom place on the Upper West Side that apparently belonged to Davide’s family. Court and I got there around the same time and went in together. She was in full on punk mode, in a secondhand leather jacket I didn’t remember, a […]
From Ziggy’s I tried calling Flip on the bag phone but all I got was a “subscriber is unavailable or out of range” message. Out of range? Like, what, on another planet? There was no voice mail or anything like that. He had my pager number so I figured there were no emergencies but it […]
The next day was my next hand appointment. I woke up feeling ill. It felt like a hangover, that vaguely queasy and head-achey feeling, you know? But we hadn’t been drinking the night before. I lay there awake trying to make sure I was remembering it. Right. We had Chinese take-out with Barrett and Carynne. […]
After we’d had our fill of Chinese take-out and said our good nights, Ziggy and I went back downstairs to his apartment and I recounted the lawyer meeting to him in greater detail. “And you really told them all you want is for the money you’re owed to come your way and for Digger to […]
After the meeting at Artie’s we dropped by the WTA offices so Carynne could pick up some stuff–or maybe it was send out some stuff, whatever–and we ran into Ziggy and Barrett in the elevator on the way up. Ziggy looked exhausted. The moment the doors closed and we were the only ones in the […]
After lunch, Carynne said my afternoon appointment with my hand guy had been moved to tomorrow for an emergency so we should stop by Artie’s office because he wanted to see us. I didn’t even remember I had an appointment, though I’d kind of assumed. So we went up to Artie’s office where the secretaries […]
You may have heard the expression “I need a scorecard to keep all the players straight” applied to various situations from complicated family situations to corporate working environments. What Mintz did in almost doodle-like fashion after going over all the basic contracts, though, was literally make himself a scorecard.
I think I was supposed to be impressed by the law office. It had extra cushy-feeling carpets in a gray color that was so light it was almost white, which had to mean it was expensive to clean. Out of the elevator the entrance to their office suite had chrome accents and a frosted glass […]
Yeah, I felt good and artsy wearing my homemade obscenity shirt. With my leather jacket over it, you couldn’t read the front unless I stretched out my arms, but that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that I knew the message was there. I had decided to leave Ziggy’s as soon as the shirt was […]