But then the recent passing of Henry Fambrough definitely made me think of it.

  • Hux@lemmy.ml
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    10 months ago

    I will fight them at any White Castle in Manhattan below 14th Street at eleven minutes past midnight on the coldest night in November.

    They, in their judicial robes.

    I, in my cape and cowl.

    I descend upon them as my theme plays.

    62 seconds later the cold drizzle stops, and for the briefest of moments there is no time. There is no sound. There is only…