TWO YEARS IN NEW YORK (Michael Mohr's Fictional NYC Covid Memoir)

Chapter 15 (PAID)

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Chapter 15

Three weeks later—in early May, just weeks before George Floyd’s death, prior to Sophia and I doing a “social-distance urban hike” around Manhattan—I had one of the scariest experiences of my entire life.

Let me give some context and backstory of the three-week gap. Those three weeks turned out to be probably the nastiest for me personally, in terms of my mental and emotional and spiritual state. I’d finished writing my “practice” novel, the rough draft of my second in the literary autobiographical trilogy. I’d pumped a draft out in just one month. It had kept me distracted, busy, with a task to do every day which usually lasted from four to six hours.

After I completed the draft I was exhausted. It was like cumming after hours of sex and then realizing that you didn’t know who the woman b…