NY: 1

This set of flats in the East Village has an elevator guy.  It smells of money but is small in a way that shocks me.  A recurring theme.  I get an email that upsets me.  I meet a colleague before the book launch at said flat and then we head to a Peruvian restaurant on 1st Avenue and talk about Alphabet City.  We head to a bar and then I walk up Broadway and randomly go into a place to get a panini and the guy is from Punjab, could be my Dad, almost, is the same kind of age, has lived in NY 27 years.  I buy some Lucky Strike but they are the kind with no filter. I keep thinking about that email, check my Inbox: there’s another.  From my room, I hear sirens, people, road noise. CNN on the TV, the talk is all about the Zimmerman case.  I bought a Joan Didion novel and read some of it at the Chelsea Market but all I can really remember is that the woman who served didn’t say please or thank you once.  New York, then.  I wait.

Published by gurdeepmattu

I’m an author and publisher. I live and work in London and am the author of “Sons and Fascination” (2011, Paperbooks). It's available here: http://amzn.to/eaTVCx

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