January 2012
2 posts
Maddie’s first “dance”
3am in Brooklyn. Coming back form the bars and not a single cab in sight. That’s when a garbage truck pulls up, and i think, “why the hell not?”
I somehow convince the garbage man to give me a lift. He wasn’t sold on the idea, that is, until I promised to work for my keep.
Next thing I know I’m hanging off the back of his truck slinging trash bags with deadly...