DEAD BETWEEN THE EYES,
by Adrian ColeFrom the files of Nick Nightmare
We all get days when we think we’ve wandered into a living nightmare. With an alias like mine, it’s hardly surprising I suffer from this affliction more than your average Joe. These days I usually wake up in a familiar bed. Opening my eyes for the first time in the morning on a narrow, garbage-strewn street is not that common with me. We’ve all had our moments during our misspent youths. I like to think I’ve left all that stuff way back. But now and then a surly voice in my ear says something like, ‘not quite, buddy.’
I’d been for a few quiet drinks in one of my local Brooklyn dives, listening to some cool blues riffs from their resident hound, and generally minding my own business. I don’t recall getting soused. At t
