In late April, I got the news that my debut novel sold. The book represented twenty years of learning and grinding, hustling and sweating. I was as proud as I'd ever been, but I didn't carry out my vision in the bar. Something even bigger was about to happen in my life. Less than two weeks after the news of the book's sale hit the trades, Lulu, my first child, was born in that hospital on the Upper East Side. After leaving my sleeping wife and child, I headed south from the hospital toward JG Melon on Third Avenue. I've been going there for nearly as long as I've been of legal drinking age. The first time I went I didn't even realize it was a local institution; I just thought it was a perfect bar. |
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