Cut Numbers

                                             

          Clouds like gusted shadows of the dead moved past the Lenten moon drifting west toward Jersey. Louie saw them.
          The suitcase was heavy and unwieldy. As he came to Varrick street he put it down. He rubbed the fingers and palm of his right hand with his left. He lighted a cigarette, lifted the case, and continued on his way. He walked slowly not to lull the clanking of his load, but for him night's end was the best part of the day.

Cut Numbers- Nick Tosches 1988

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