On the already congested 36th Avenue, May was in full swing. Paul usually would check the temperature before leaving but he saw the sun in full rays and decided it was warm enough. He had no money for his usual stop at the Dunkin' Donuts for his large black and every-thing bagel with cream cheese. The sun was gentle and bright, and he wished that he were not so hung over while everything was so clear and beautiful past a long winter, the empty dreariness...