When we rented our current apartment, I had to go with the broker out to Long Island to sign the lease at the management company’s office. I told her I would meet her in Great Neck, but Peggy Fox insisted that we ride together. It was a rainy December day, and I looked out the window as she was telling me about her life.
Everything seemed normal until we passed a blue building next to the train tracks. It was two stories tall, and the top story had an uncovered concrete patio. On the patio was a man sitting in the pouring rain, with his legs out in front of him. His pants and underwear were around his ankles, and his hands were bound behind him. The man kept wiggling his bare ass on the concrete slab, like a dog with worms.
I don’t what town we were in, or what I had just seen, but it was terrifyingly amazing.