THE WHITE...
I grew up in the Bronx surrounded by all these people who were considered disgusting. Really dirty. One of them is Lenon, a gentleman closer to death than life. Unusually, I sympathize with him more than any younger person.
- Ten blows and you beat me - said Lenon.
I watch the board between us, calculating the moves I need to make to checkmate while trying to anticipate his moves.
Yes I see that. But how fun would that be? I take my pawn in E2.
- No - he growls.
And he gives me the same look I've seen since I was a kid, when he was acting up around the neighborhood. But I can't resist. Unable to hold back my smile, I ignore it and go to E4. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, exasperated by the lack of control and strategy he's failed to teach me al
