by Sean Ruane
There was a man in a smart ‘Johnny Carson’ suit choking to death.
He made not the universal sign of choking, that classic grabbing of the neck.
He just glanced up from his plate of marbled beef and smiled at me. I knew what he meant.
From the daily archives:
by Sean Ruane
There was a man in a smart ‘Johnny Carson’ suit choking to death.
He made not the universal sign of choking, that classic grabbing of the neck.
He just glanced up from his plate of marbled beef and smiled at me. I knew what he meant.
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