|Juan Muñoz, Last Conversation Piece|
I'm sitting across from James at a hookah lounge in Astoria. It's about 2:30 in the morning. James has revived some since getting out of work at 11:40, and now we're discussing dystopian fiction, The Economist, "Two Bad Neighbors" (The Simpsons), and the chronic grievances of the progressivist (which have lately come to include vituperative disagreements between progressive cliques).
I pass the hose to James and he leans forward and rests his elbows on the table.
"Listen," he says. "I'm going to give you James's Three Predictions for 2015."
"Shoot," I say.
He holds up a finger. "One. In the next six months, there will be another national outcry over the death of an unarmed black man at the hands of police officers."