I’m OK, You’re KO’d
Two men in their mid-twenties are talking outside a Capitol Hill bar. It’s 5:17 p.m. on July 5. Dirty D: “There’s this new guy in town. He’s from Philadelphia. He’s short, stocky.” Jerry Bronze: “Put him against Butz?” Dirty D: “Nah, he’ll kill him.” Bronze: “What about Crane?” Dirty D:…