Be Careful With The Reflection In The Mirror

I love this time of day. . .Quitting time.It is another day above the dirt . . . More accurately, it is sunset in my mid to moderate sized town in the suburbs. I am south of Paradise and north of damned. Or more to the point and for all else who fail to understand, I am somewhere between Purgatory and all points east of Eden. Or maybe I am west of the infernal, depending upon the view or the time of day and the flow of traffic.I am somewhere familiar and someplace that knows me well enough to call me “The Prince,” even though my castle has been both violated and destroyed a few years back. There is a name for where I am.I believe they call this place, Long Island.Yes . . . Long Island, East of the city. East of my birthplace and my first apartment as an infant and east of Forrest Hills, Queens.I am east of Middle Village too, which is where I lived for a while and I could have lived there for longer or for the rest of my life and been happy too.East Meadow –I call this the birthplace…