The smoke emitting from my cheap cigarette dances aimlessly as it ascends further up; I watch until it disappears completely leaving behind no entrails. Tonight was not particularly chilly, sixty-three degrees and mid-December in New York. The streets are busier than ever; nice weather made even the laziest New Yorker go out and walk their own dog.
I worked at a crummy hole in a wall joint, Ricky's, where our usuals consisted of overweight businessmen looking for a good time with the local lady of the evening.
Sonia Gomez, an over-dyed blond with a poorly stitched weave job, sticks her head out of the back door, "Lily!" she screeches with her Latino accent, which in this case sounded like dying cows. I wonder if I hid my distaste for her as amicably as I would have liked. "Meester Josue wants you back right now!" I look back; her yellow head had disappeared. I also noticed while she slammed the door shut its stopper had disappeared within. The back alleyway door to Ricky's locked from the outside and the o