NO DOGS, BUDDY

The only album I ever threw from a moving car in a spasm of anger, informed by something as quaint as betrayal? PiL's This Is What You Want, This Is What You Get.

In the underpass where Washington Avenue ducked below the Long Island Expressway, the underpass where my brother's best friend Paul died in a car accident, I huffed the cassette out the window and caught a faint echo of it smashing against the lightly graffitied wall as I drove on...