Walking up to the fire I thought, well, everything’s gone.

The fight started suddenly. One rock-and-roller said something loud. People looked. Then another rock-and-roller said something louder.

THERE WAS A FIGHT AT THE FIRE THE NIGHT MY BUILDING BURNED DOWN BY CHRISTOPHER HEFFERNAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 83

I’d stayed after work to have a drink with Edward at Rhinestone’s. No-one was around and he was feeli…