In keeping with the 42nd Street theme: Here in my opening copy for my first issue of LUKE CAGE. Manhattan at Broadway and Times Square. 2 a.m. The restless hour. When it seems there was never anything called dawn. The junkies nod on the sidewalks, murmuring their in slang. The hustlers become a bit more desperate to make their hit for the night. The broken people, the dreamless dreamers, stagger about, their eyes the color of the neon signs they pass as they seek a subway stairwell for a night’s lodging. And the Winston sign still puffs its steam into the soot-gray sky, despite the fact that Luke Cage comes battering through it. For Cage, the night has just begun – but the man with the six-barreled shotgun is determined to end it – abruptly Don McGregor.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 03:05:13 +0000
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