No One Survives The Smoke (Gay Magazine)

Coney Island, Brooklyn. 2017.

I pull onto Daddy’s block. The stocky frame houses stack next to one another like planks on the Boardwalk. It’s late fall so there is ample street parking, unlike the summer months when cars crush into each other like Colt 45 cans. A distant car horn buzzes angrily on the ave. Roxy barks from behind the ground level window that overlooks the street. Daddy stands in his front yard behind the tall guard gate, eyeing me as I line my car up against the stretch of curb in front of his house.

He pulls one last drag before flicking his stogie to the cement, heading in my direction.

Nicole Junior