Steven G. Pallay

Vi i!'' J ^'I'.'.'iHVI don't remember how I've got there, but do I want to?To say it was a ghastly joint would be an understatement. Noisy, crammed with fellow prinsers like me, stinking like a cesspool. . . The stench was persistent and overpowering, my dish grimy, the food unpalatable There was...