In 1983 I went to New York. Quite a lot, but this time I decided I wanted to see the Bronx. I was told it was dangerous, and its possible flouting that danger was part of ptsd I'd accumulated the year before. Anyway it took me two goes... the first time I was stopped walking alone towards the Dock gates by one of New Yorks finest. He left his vehicle with pistol drawn, before asking me what I was ...

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