The Naked And The Dead

The Naked and the DeadIt didn't matter that I was lying in my own blood, sweat and tears in a hospital bed. Nor did it matter that I was several hours removed from spinal surgery at New York Hospital--courtesy of an old football injury--and well into my umpteenth morphine-induced dream. All that mattered to my editors at the New York Daily News was that there had been a possible double homicide at Scores, the country's premiere strip club and the place I had made my home for the previous four ye...