Chapter 45 - Taking an Uzi to the Gym

On a moonless night, in the starkness of the locker room atXclusive, after working out for two hours, I'm feeling good. Thegun in my locker is an Uzi which cost me seven hundred dollarsand though I am also carrying a Ruger Mini ($469) in my BottegaVeneta briefcase and it's favored by most hunters, I still don't likethe way it looks; there's something more manly about an Uzi,something dramatic about it that gets me excited, and sittinghere, Walkman on my head, in a pair of two-hundred-dollar blackLycra bicycle shorts, a Valium just beginning to take eʃect, I stareinto the darkness of the locker, tempted. The rape and subsequentmurder last night of an NYU student behind the Gristede's onUniversity Place, near her dorm, however inappropriate thetiming, no matter how uncharacteristic the lapse, was highlysatisfying and though I'm unprepared by my change of heart, I'min a reɻective mood and I place the gun, which is a symbol oforder to me, back in the locker, to be used at another time. I havevideotapes to return, money to be taken out of an automatedteller, a dinner reservation at 150 Wooster that was difficult to get.