Part One: Boulevard Bounty

“Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.” ― Victor Hugo

Lying on our backs on the boulevard of death, no less, our alcohol fueled selves faced the Queens night sky with a foolhardy contempt of rules that were planted in our minds since our nascence.

Pell and Bolly met us inside the Omega Coffee Shop where we were greeted , as we sat on the sticky cafe stools, by their beatific smiling faces as each of them embraced their corresponding nocturnal bounty from the Korean fruit stand up the block.
Pell, with his unwashed blonde curls framed around his innocently porcine visage, cradling half of a cantaloupe and Bolly , red faced and rum soaked, cheesing like a Cheshire feline with his arms around half of a watermelon both seemed illusory.