BESTSELLERS & BEST FRIENDS
My book publishing blog, with murder mysteries woven through it.
If this is your first visit, be sure to start with “1. Let’s do it!”
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So yesterday, I posted the truth of what happened to Aaron that night.
And soon after, a New York Times reporter called me (as I expected might happen). We talked.
So the shit’s about to hit the fan. Suddenly, this blog (or at least that one entry) is going to have more readers than I ever imagined.
I suspect the New York Times headline will be something like, “NYC Police Execute Suspect.”
I do understand whatever feelings anybody might have about Rocco’s decision. Its righteousness, or its evil. I’m still uncertain of my own feelings. After all, Aaron was about to kill me.
Whatever, it’s now impossible for me to safely live in New York City. I will “get mine” as Rocco threatened. Every time a cop gets near me, I’ll think, “this is it.”
And I don’t want to live like that.
So we’re moving to Los Angeles. As soon as possible.
Our children live there. And it should be safer there for the “blabbing blogger,” as one cop called me.
Meanwhile, The Drunken Horse (Blog 65) is now closed (big rent hike). So the gods could not be clearer about it being time for us to move on.
Our New York co-op is on the market.
And likewise, sigh, it’s time to bring this blog to an end. It’s been nothing but trouble. Too many dead people. That certainly was not its intent.
Any of you out there still reading this at this point, thanks a million. Really. God bless ya.
But it’s time. It’s over. Enough.
I’m off to hide. And find a new bartender.
Vége.
“All I mean is that I was very young in New York,
and that at some point the golden rhythm was broken,
and I am not that young anymore.”
— Joan Didion, Goodbye to All That