The High Line — Terence Clarke

“You attacked me a few months ago.”
“No, I didn't”
“I'm afraid you did.” Pollard pointed across The High Line to the bench where he had injured his hand. “It was right over there. Don't you remember?”
“No.”
“I just…I just wanted to ask you why you did that.”
Eshu closed the magazine and put it down to his side. “I don't know what you're talkin'about…”
“You don't.”
“Just leave me alone, Pollie!”
“But I want to know who you are.”
Eshu waved his hands about before him, uttering a profanity. “I'm the raven, man. I'm the leaf off the tree. What do you think? I'm the guy who tells the joke. I make you feel good.”
“Eshu.”
“I'm the love-maker, the earth shaker…”
“Please.”
“I'm the zombie. I'm the Zulu.”
“Wait a minute.”
“And I bet you some kind of lawyer, ain't that right? A cop or somethin'.”