The Unreliable Truth

The sidewalks of this neighborhood are littered with good artists; It takes a special kind of talent to get thrown out of the opening of your own show. This thought amused him as he walked toward his studio, too broke even for the subway. It did not, however, amuse him as much as the thought that he had stashed a full bottle of wine in the pocket of his overcoat before things had turned ugly.
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