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Blood Brothers

by 08/24/2006
Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Flatbush

This was no joke—it involved smuggling out one of Mom's sewing needles and actually drawing blood...

The Rise and Fall of Two Vicarious Orthodox Dating Machines

by 08/24/2006
Neighborhood: Upper West Side

We had mastered the art of observing Shabbat, of keeping kosher…the dating though—the dating was tricky…

The Closing

by 08/24/2006
Neighborhood: East Village

The real estate broker called the apartment a “handyman’s special.” My wife called it a “common man’s nightmare...

The Beauty is a Beast

by 08/17/2006
Neighborhood: West Village

He was lounging; a big grey parrot perched above him while lizards slunk and swaggered in a terrarium nearby. Our eyes met...

The Circle Be Unbroken

by 08/14/2006
Neighborhood: East Village

Mr. Purple smiled and answered: “I’m not interested in fighting anybody. I’m interested in enlightening them

Target Practice

by 08/14/2006
Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Fort Greene

Brooklyn Target doesn’t make us more like the suburbs; it is what separates us from them...

If Prozac Fails, Try Orbitz

by 08/10/2006
Neighborhood: East Village

You know what appeared the last time I leapt? MasterCard debt and an empty bottle of vodka.

I Lose My Cherry

by 08/10/2006
Neighborhood: East Harlem

It’s mid-afternoon on a Saturday in April 1973, and my first-day tour on the job, when that seminal alarm sounds. The disembodied voice of the dispatcher booms from loudspeakers throughout the firehouse, “Attention the following units…Engines 83, 60, 41-1 Ladders 29, 17-2 Battalion 14…Respond to…” The box number and address are given, and then the […]

Scrambling Along the Roots and Rocks

by 08/10/2006
Neighborhood: Harlem

My fiancé and I had come to Highbridge Park that morning to volunteer.

The Mayor

by 08/10/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

When I go to work in the morning, he's there;

Spinning Tables at the Frying Pan

by 08/10/2006
Neighborhood: Chelsea

I had never gone to the Frying Pan—the restored boat/event space docked beside the Chelsea Piers—before last week. It was one of those places that I’d almost been to a bunch of times, but never actually made it. I nearly didn’t go that night, either, but I’m glad I did, because I think I ended […]