touchme, in 1996 while I was living in San Francisco, my ex and I were at the corner of Castro and Market (for those who don't know the center of the gay universe) IN full leather, and a car of 5 guys pulled up and started taunting us. (I mean that's like entering St. Peter's in Rome and taunting Catholics) My then partner had to hold me back as I was going for them. We only lived three blocks away, and those suckers kept passing......and when we got to our building I took off after them.....and they took off.......the chickensh**s.
It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story...
AGATHA CHRISTIE, Life magazine, May 14, 1956