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Johnny was frozen to his chair. I could feel him holding his breath. Then, after a beat, one of the youths waved his hand contemptuously at our lobby, as if to say, This isn’t worth it. And then he said out loud: “Nah, f–k this place.” They moved on. I could feel Johnny breathing out, as if for the first time in a decade.
At 3 in the morning, a newscaster on Johnny’s iPhone app said, “Protests continue tonight throughout New York …” Johnny and I burst out laughing at that word. “Protests.” What happened that night was many things, but a protest it wasn’t. It was the night human savagery smashed the Big Apple.
