Chapter One
The four of us were having dinner together, as we so often did. It was at the
Grange Hall down in the West Village. There were Connor and Jessica, Tracy and
me. Connor, never one to instigate a conversation let alone dominate it, was
nonetheless center stage.
"I realized the other day," he began, his narrow eyes darting back and forth
among us, "that we're all at the age now where we can really only rely on our
instincts and intellect in order to succeed." Connor stopped for a moment,
presumably to let the supposed magnitude of this statement sink in. He
continued: "When you think about it, from the ages of, like, twenty-eight to...
oh, let's say thirty-four, we're all kind of just out there without a net. I
mean, when we're older than that, odds are we'll have collected enough
experience personal, professional, what have youto get our asses out
of almost any jam. And when we were younger, le ... read full excerpt from The Up and Comer ebook