My Last Mugging
December, 1971
We are all addicts in various stages of degradation where I live on the Upper West Side, some to heroin, some to small dogs and some to The New York Times. The heroin is cut, the dogs are paranoid and the Times cheats by skimping on the West Coast ball scores. No matter; each of us goes upon the street solely in pursuit of his own particular curse.I was plodding homeward with my Times at an hour no less decent than 11 on an evening in March when two figures, conspicuous through the dark for a co...
