The Murder Near Stonewall Inn

Painting by VH McKenzie

Last Thursday, I grabbed drinks with a coworker in the West Village. 



As we walked from our office near Madison Square Garden through Chelsea, the city turned from tourists to yuppies to predominately gay men in a matter of blocks. That's the thing I love about New York City; it changes in a minute.



After drinks, I was a little buzzed and craving chicken fingers,