“The Tele" 5 minutes into our chat, I stare down at my tea. Hot and swirling with milk. The round yellow table stares at me and the old phone on the wall starts to ring. It echos a bit in the flat-kitchen. It's George from down stairs. “He has mail for you.” I ran down the stairs. George hands me my mail "Hello George". Looking up at the bar, it is busy in the middle of the day. I see you standing in the middle of the room. "Why are you here?" "Just grabbing a whiskey". The streets are super busy this time of day. You give my hand a twirl as I am almost hit by the yellow cab. We pass the movie theater, " I have to show you something". " You almost killed me today", "Sure". There is an alley,