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We
landed
.
The
people
got
up
and
stood
in
line
,
waiting
to
get
out
I
sat
there
.
I
shook
Tammie
and
pinched
her
.
"
It
’
s
New
York
City
,
Red
.
The
rotten
apple
.
Come
around
.
Cut
out
the
shit
.
"
The
stewardess
came
back
and
shook
Tammie
.
"
Honey
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
"
Tammie
started
responding
.
She
moved
.
Then
her
eyes
opened
.
It
was
only
the
matter
of
a
new
voice
.
Nobody
listened
to
an
old
voice
anymore
.
Old
voices
became
a
part
of
one
’
s
self
,
like
a
fingernail
.
Tammie
got
out
her
mirror
and
started
combing
her
hair
.
The
stewardess
was
patting
her
shoulder
.
I
got
up
and
got
the
dresses
out
of
the
overhead
compartment
.
The
shopping
bags
were
up
there
too
.
Tammie
continued
to
look
into
the
mirror
and
comb
her
hair
.
"
Tammie
,
we
’
re
in
New
York
.
Let
’
s
get
off
.
"
She
moved
quickly
.
I
had
the
two
shopping
bags
and
the
dresses
.
She
went
through
the
exit
wiggling
the
cheeks
of
her
ass
.
I
followed
her
.
Our
man
was
there
to
meet
us
,
Gary
Benson
.
He
also
wrote
poetry
and
drove
a
cab
.
He
was
very
fat
but
at
least
he
didn
’
t
look
like
a
poet
,
he
didn
’
t
look
North
Beach
or
East
Village
or
like
an
English
teacher
,
and
that
helped
because
it
was
very
hot
in
New
York
that
day
,
nearly
110
degrees
.
We
got
the
baggage
and
got
into
his
car
,
not
his
cab
,
and
he
explained
to
us
why
it
was
almost
useless
to
own
a
car
in
New
York
City
.
That
’
s
why
there
were
so
many
cabs
.
He
got
us
out
of
the
airport
and
he
started
driving
and
talking
,
and
the
drivers
of
New
York
City
were
just
like
New
York
City
-
nobody
gave
an
inch
or
a
damn
.
There
was
no
compassion
or
courtesy
:
fender
jammed
against
fender
,
they
drove
on
.
I
understood
it
:
anybody
who
gave
an
inch
would
cause
a
traffic
jam
,
a
disturbance
,
a
murder
.
Traffic
flowed
endlessly
like
turds
in
a
sewer
.
It
was
marvelous
to
see
,
and
none
of
the
drivers
were
angry
,
they
were
simply
resigned
to
the
facts
.
But
Gary
did
like
to
talk
shop
.
"
If
it
’
s
O
.
K
.
with
you
I
’
d
like
to
tape
you
for
a
radio
show
,
I
’
d
like
to
do
an
interview
.
"
