by music hall | Apr 24, 2019 | Words by Roy Hall
Taxi by Roy Hall The four of us shuffled into the doctor’s office. An old man gazed at us from behind his thick glasses. “Drop them!” He growled. “And the underpants!” We complied as he gazed at our bare junk. “Get dressed!” He then stamped our forms and ushered us...
by music hall | Apr 24, 2019 | Words by Roy Hall
New York Stories by Roy Hall Party. New York in the late seventies was run-down, crime-ridden, and affordable. We lived in the village; as many businesses had failed, people could rent one of the abundant industrial lofts in the neighborhood for a really cheap price....
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