From the Diary

Standing in front of Gem Spa enjoying an egg cream when a riot breaks out. Urchins roll marbles under mounted cops. Cops go berserk. Dismount, chase urchins, catch one. Crowd gathers, the usual junkies and malcontents. Cops call for reinforcements, who arrive and start bashing crowd. Too bad you don’t have a back door, I say to the Gem Spa guy. Oh but we do, sir, allow me to direct you. At least I think that’s what he said.


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