Leonard Cohen — Machine of Death

Leonard Cohen The atten­dant held out the dis­tinc­tive yel­low and orange enve­lope. “Thank you Mr. Su” he said cheer­ful­ly as Kam took the enve­lope. “Have a nice day, Sir.” Kam stepped out of the arcade into the Pacific Avenue rush. He squint­ed against the low October after­noon sun. Damn, no sun­glass­es. He crossed the street to …