In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I can't tell you how many time I've walked these streets. The same streets. Over and over, counting the cracks, avoiding the discarded candy bar wrappers and the occasional trampled magazine. And I wasn't alone, of course. Alone as my footsteps echoed from alley to alley. Past beggars, businessmen, and derelicts, all in search for their helpless prey. And this place, this city of decadence, it got bleeding cold. Why then, did it have to happen like this?"
The Angle: Vol. 1998
, Article 3.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1998/iss3/3