The man with the dark hair, sort of long and combed to the right, he was about 6ft tall and built solid; sat in front of me at a table in the park. He told me I didn’t have a choice. I noticed he was wearing a white collared long sleeved shirt with a light brown leather vest over it. I asked him why I had to do what he was asking. He replied “If I decided against it, I would regret it.” The sky grew dark and I was hovering over the Hudson River. My eyes focused like binoculars to the shore li...