Life Gasps and Death Rattles

What’s on the other side of the Door?

I’ll tell you first what I promised: the time I ran into a client at the club. It was a Tuesday night and D. and I had just left a sake bar in the East Village. It was too early to return to our respective homesteads so we slid to L.B. to talk more shit and see what the DJ had in store for us. On the corner with cobblestones I saw a woman I thought fami…