Handbill Handout

The declining days of friendship.

Sixth Avenue.

She tried to remember to turn off the music last but didn't always succeed. 

A wooden island with a metal tree hanging on the edge. 

Everything was as cold and stupid as the chipped corner of a newly constructed office building. 

He realized he should have left the bar before he talked about going back in time and smothering his enemies in their cribs.   

56 and foggy.  Supposed to get to the high 70s later on.  Don't like that much.