The police cruise by. Several times. I can’t tell if it is the same car or not. It cruises down the block, as if it is daring someone to come out of a hotel room and challenge the big man with the gun. Everyone is too drunk, though even drunk everyone is smart enough to [...]
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A guy with a video camera runs past on the sidewalk. I wonder what it is all about, wonder if I’m somehow caught, anonymously, on his tape. How many places has this happened in the world to me? How many digital copies of me exist? How many of those copies do I even know about? [...]
