Lesson Number One
Previously published: BUST Magazine Spring/Summer 1996 (as Scarlett Fever) He pushes me inside a yellow cab and stuffs himself in beside me. I hear the first gunshots exploding like Chinese firecrackers in February as the door slams closed. "Drive", he says to the cabbie. "Relax, CeeCee. It's over." He dropped a bloated pink hairless hand …