There are people in that neon ball of lights and metal being bounced with atomic force into the stratosphere. The screams ricochet AAAARRR as it CRASHES almost to the ground and then aaaaaaarrrr as it is FLUNG into the sky again.
We stand there wondering if we should risk our $150 dinner on complete surrender to a force greater than ourselves. Instead we choose the slot machine where we get to keep our dinner but not our pennies.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.