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Show -182 FIVE Old J. Cash, a man who taught me a great deal in a very short time, told me I was bound to hate New York, but he was wrong. I arrived there after a long slow simple journey in a yellow truck stolen from my former employer in Tucson; I was fleeing my ex-wife's best intentions and also those of her Aunt Maybelle, a Grendel's mother who wanted to turn me into a monster too. With the help of a good part of myself she almost succeeded. I found a spot in the heart of the heart of the city, a rumbly howling twenty-minute subway ride from Nathan Weinstein's noisy lampshade factory. A one-room apartment, |