Stock movements danced in LED fifty feet in the air on a building he didn’t know the name of in a neighborhood he probably should know the name of, but didn’t.
It was Manhattan, he knew that, but that was as far as it went.
Thoughts and memories weren’t just clouding his head, they were choking it.
A white poodle reminded Dan Terbling of his black schnauzer of twenty years prior, the honk of a cab his mom impatiently waiting for him to get in the car for guitar lessons.
He thought he might own one of the stocks that seemed to be plummeting.
Everything seemed to be plummeting.
He had been someone once.
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