Strolling up 5th Avenue with Finnian, I tried to leave the c*****e and my trauma behind. The early evening was cool, but not chilly, and I relished this opportunity, however unfortunate its origin, to explore more of Finnian’s borough. Over the past few years, when I’d snuck away from the East Village to catch movies with my friends, I’d only been able to check out the area directly around the bridge and Last Century Cinema. It was too risky to trespass further, a fact that was finally made abundantly clear to me when those Upper East Side males attacked and Finnian intervened.
Haven’t seen any of those guys around…
No, I thought uneasily. And I don’t suspect we ever will.
Our conversation on the tram had spawned as many questions as it finally snuffed out. He didn’t just love movies; h
