On a crosstown bus, that’s where the adventure begins.
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A little nervous.
A little scared.
Maybe, yeah, a little.
I’m dressed in all black. The guy sitting in the next seat is looking at me. I glare at him. He looks away. Dark at eight, in by nine. I get off the bus, hyperalert, slightly sweaty. I’ve done this before but somehow it doesn’t feel like it right now. I start to walk.
When my destination materializes out of the night, I experience my first rush of adrenaline. …



