people change

he faded away into nothing…gone before our eyes…some kind of magic trick…just disappeared in the flash of a second…a brilliant light…then gone…presto…alakazam…never to come back again…a real show stopper…

some say they saw him later at Katz Deli…eating a pastrami sandwich and drinking an egg cream…others tell tales of him hanging out in Times Square with the throngs of tourists taking selfies and gazing into lights…then there are people who’ve seen him in Central Park up by Strawberry Fields…playing guitar and singing, Imagine….slightly off key…a tip jar at his feet…

but I say he’s gone…he’s gone and he’s not coming back to dear old Gotham…his suitcases were packed long ago…headin’ out to Montana, or Idaho…wantin’ to write about the West…cowboy tales…

people change…

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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