Once again, I found myself at the epicenter of a maelstrom, a peculiar juncture of emotions, a place that straddled the boundaries of curiosity and disillusionment.
Where else could I be that might fit that description besides St. Mark's Place in the East Village, a crossroads of wild dreams and even more fantastic realities?
As I strolled down 2nd Aven…
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