#3: Curlie & Poo

The Canary in the Coal Mine of Loisaida.

Diary Entry:
September 3th, 2015

I stepped outside my front door, hungover after a long night of terrible gigs, and shuffled West along 3rd street. I called Mahammad at my regular Avenue A coffee shop, Native Bean.¹ He has my number stored on their phone, so whomever pick ups always says,“Hallo, Miiiiiis-ter Chatfield!”
I say, “Can I get a double espresso…