I used to like to walk to the ferry at 2am after my shift in Rockefeller plaza. Liked having the city to myself.
One night, during my walk down 5th avenue, I bumped into four Dreamers. One of them had a look of hate that betrayed terrible things he had done. His rage was palpable and he wanted to rip me apart. My American pride and Sicilian blood wouldn’t let me apologize and walk away. Luckily his friends pulled him away.
These are dangerous people folks. And they are pouring in.