25 Feb '12, 6pm
rt @samarov Three new Hack stories: "Chest Hams" "Maintenance Man" "Auntie"
It’s 12:30am on a Wendesday night and there isn’t much going on out there. I’m grateful for the radio call in Humboldt Park. I stop by the California Avenue address and wait. A few minutes later a drawn woman of indeterminate age opens the door tentatively, slips outside, then takes her time locking up. She might be fifty, she might be forty but she’s got very few teeth left and a piercing where a mole might be on her cheek. “47th and Harlem, you know where that’s at? she asks. “Sure,” I answer. “That’s where I’m going. Never been there before. I’m going to meet my nephew at a strip-club, can you believe that? Him dragging me out of the house at this hour?” “Do you have an address for this place?” “No. Let me call him and get it for you.” I turn the taxi towards the Eisenhower as her cell-phone rings and rings. I hear her counting coins back there and this makes me wonder ...