Short Story: Take Each Man’s Censure But Reserve Thy Judgment

He was called “Kenny” on account of the fact that he always played The Gambler. And he had a cowboy hate and a frosted grin, a wax figure from the flea-motel version of a celebrity-lookalike museum. His leather jacket stank of bourbon. He was there on Courtney Place right throughout the second half of the 90s. Maybe it started before that. But I didn’t …