Skip To Content

I Want To Feel Safe In NYC But I Feel Like A Monster

Over her french fries and diet Coke a five year old girl saw me become a monster and learned what hate was. When my wife kisses me goodbye in front of my office in midtown, I feel that little girl's stare over and over but aged thirty years. It's hateful, but it's also scared, and if I look hard enough I even see that little bit of awe.