Thursday, May 1, 2014

Exile On 116th Street

Matt was a local legend… a real borough hero.

One winter night in the mid-'80s Matt ranted, for what seemed like an eternity, about "the commies" all while letting cigarettes burn out on his arms in an effort to show that he was prepared for "the coming fight." On that same cold blustery night using just one hand — and then just a few fingers — he hung his body off the local esplanade to show his resolve. He could care less about the bumper-to-bumper traffic below. Or perhaps he didn't notice it.

Matt's best friend Eddie lived uptown.

Eddie ruined Matt's life.

© 2012 Lee Greenfeld

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