“Fuckin’ hot!” are the first words out of Sam Nivola’s mouth when I meet him in the back of a small Japanese restaurant. I’ve just asked him “How are you?” and it’s a fair response, considering it’s the hottest day in New York City since 2012. We’re on St. Mark’s Place, where the triple-digit temperature has caused even the crust punks, …
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