As I’m writing this it has been 20 minutes since police began raiding my neighbor’s crib. This isn’t the first time, but with the daunting cloud of gentrification looming over my neighborhood of Washington Heights I’m positive it’ll be one of the last I’ll experience. I’ve witnessed my fair share

Doc Holliday’s gives me the impression that some rich schmuck got bored and decided to helicopter in a small Midwestern bar into Manhattan’s Lower East Side neighborhood. It might have something to do with the old school country music and classic rock springing from the speakers. Maybe it was the