I’m three blocks from The Clubhouse. My leg is throbbing, my armpits are screaming from the crutches, and I’m breathing like an eighty-year-old lifetime smoker. Or maybe it’s anxiety from being back in Chinatown. I thought being here would freak me out way less than being at Johnny’s, surrounded by girls who aren’t Mei. I was wrong. I’m being violently reminded why I moved to Johnny’s a few days ago.