![]() When I did finally speak to her, she asked me if I needed to make some spare cash and offered me a job. I wouldn’t know until many years later what that symbol meant, and I would pass by her storefront a hundred times before I spoke to her. ![]() During those days, I used to pass by a small storefront where a woman would sit in the window day in, and day out, under a glowing neon sign that was twisted into the image of a hand with an eye in the middle of it. ![]() Recently, I’ve thought quite a lot about one of the very first jobs that I had, when I should have been in school but was instead spending most of my time hanging out in the East Village in New York trying to look and act older than I was.
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