Chapter Thirty-Eight
On the Edge
“So, you're homeless?”
“Not yet. I have been given 'till the end of the week. I can't really blame them. Like now. We're going out at Two AM when most people are already in bed.”
“Yah, well if you want to sit in, after hours at The Upstairs is where it's at. Your parents must also be pissed off that you dropped most of your classes. Anyway, I know some cats that'll put you up.”
Mick and I both play alto sax. He's better than me. Plays Charley Parker riffs when he solos. He also knows several jazz musicians in the Detroit scene. The next afternoon we go to a third floor walk-up over a medical clinic on the corner of the Edsel Ford Freeway and Woodward Avenue. This turns out to be walking distance from Wayne State University where I've been attending. I
