THE HERO NEW YORK DESERVES
DID YOU EVER GET that feeling there was a minor plot out to get you? Not the big, sweeping stuff. Not “the government is -ing you, so you better not sing ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ all weird in the car by yourself.” But the slow, creeping insecurity that comes with being alive, seeing the unavoidable biases around you, getting a little too weird in public every once in a while, slipping into a B-flat in a world humming a synchronous B?
