"He went in and had two shots of Canadian Club, feeling the amber warmth knifing into his stomach. He dried his sweating hands on his trousers. The bartender was a frosty white man reading the Daily News under the television set. Erskine wanted to talk to someone, so he went to the pay phone and called me at the paper."
Hamill, Pete. The Invisible City
I feel like I can take better pictures now. Maybe it's because of my mind ...