4 am in Times Square pizzaria. I’m chasing plain slices with large drafts, catching a buzz beside stars…
“Fugetaboutit! It’s art… Play with your heart! …Play with your soul! …Play with your goddamn balls!”
Fist-bumps. Hacking laughter…
“Listen, Slim. My break’s over.”
Danny hugs his musician brother; then returns to toss a pile of dough.
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