The Glove
May 27, 2013 by Bald Punk
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories
(Black Silk Glove by Joe) Around seven in the morning I left Black Sullivan’s saloon. I went back to the firehouse and fell into a death-like slumber. I roused for a short while in the afternoon and found a woman’s black silk glove in my hand. I couldn’t figure out where it had come from and tossed it out my third-story bedroom window. When […]
Black Sullivan And His Girls
April 14, 2013 by Bald Punk
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories
(“At The Brothel,” circa 1850 – Photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” – Psalm 23:4 – Having just awoken, I threw open the window and looked […]