waiting in line at McDonald’s, a large man ordering at the counter became argumentative and angry. He was a furious psycho, he snapped and lost it, his anger escalating insanely, spinning around to the rest of the patrons and yelling, “I’M GONNA HAVE TO HURT SOMEBODY!” Fear shot through the fast-food crowd. He stared at Hillel, who calmly deadpanned, “How about Mayor McCheese?” pointing at a standing cardboard cutout of said character. The maniac’s hardened face softened and the situation defused. We became “The Faces,” a kind of inside joke of a gang. Hillel was not a thief like me and
...more
