CHASING THE DRAGON
“Let us depart from this
Lake of the Red Eye,
Let us separate in sorrow
From the tribe that has loved us.” – W.B. Yeats,
The Fate of the Children on Lir
So you fall for a beautiful young Chinese patron at an underground masseuse parlor off of Mott Street.
So you fall in love.
So you find out her mother is the queen of the Black Market, a contractor for professional kille…
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