FOR BREAKING
THE RAGE
These are ironsides and all their
iron men. They are parking cars
while they talk. A few women
come around, for nothing. Midtown
has its rainy rhythm but it's all to
be done for money, and even
popcorn is seven bucks along
the street. What gives? I'm
outside the New Victory
Theater. The last place
in Hell I'd ever want
to be. Anonymous.
Me.
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