what a weekend...
friday night, i went to pick up my lady in the city for dinner, and oh do i loathe going into the city. i rarely leave brooklyn anymore. its so comfy having everything i need in my daily life within a few train sotps, and never having to go into that atmosphere in manhattan. whenever someone from the city comes to visit brooklyn, the first thing they always comment on is how serene the air feels, how calm the energy is (relative to the city, of course). but I had to head in for the first time in maybe a month on friday. union square at 8pm on a friday evening is pretty packed. the 4 train platform practically had people falling over the edge. it pays to be a skinny guy who can slither through a crowd to the front, or so i thought.
i board the train car, and feel a hand on my back pushing me in. i turn over my shoulder and stare the man down, almost warning him with my face that im not fond of his touching my backpack. this surly, tall, 40-something, out of shape, peaceful grandpa faced blackman is staring back at me, smiling, and says, "dont worry you wil fit on." I only have one stop to go, and though I feel the 456 line in nyc has the shittiest people in creation on it at all times (or so it seems), i bite my tounge and ignore him.
he needed more, so he continues, "i know youre in a rush, since you hit me with your backpack and all."
i reply, "its a bit crowded" and look at him as though he were rediculous. he continues smiling.
he says, "its ok, its jut really rude to hit someone with your backpack when youre trying to cut in front of them to get on the train."
i reply "i wasnt trying to hit anyone with it, and there was plenty of room where i stood, wasnt cutting anyone." this time i stare into his eyes hard, trying to show him there is a bit of a psycho underneath these glasses, and fear is something that was beaten out of me long ago.
he smiles bigger and says, "its ok, i dont argue with my brother."
now, i was just in a terrible mood, and let my emotions get the best of me. it could have stopped right there. fuck the city, and fuck the 4 train.
"youre arguing with me now." i said.
"i said i dont argue with my brother," he says, his smile turning into a very solemn face.
i looked back calmly and stared him down again, "sounds a lot like arguing to me."
"you going to argue with a man with his heat? huh? cuz this is why i dont argue, i just lay a motherfucker out. you wanna get shot?"
"are you threatening me?" i asked, not phased by any of it, my right hand, out of site, forming an eagle's claw ready to crush his larynx if he makes anything resembling an aggressive gesture. i was contemplating kneeing him in the balls and slamming his throat hard, possibly backfisting his temple if he was still standing. dont fucking threaten my life, asshole. were about 1 foot away from each other and thats right in my kill zone, something tells me his blackness aint gonna take me out in that tight of a space.
just then he pulls a part of his shirt up, and i see a plastic bag shoved in his pants, with something very rectangular, black, and metal in it.
"ya you still tryin to argue with me now? you better watch out who you bump into." he says, almost giggling maniacally, as though he is really enjoying the thought of pulling out a pistol and shooting me and possibly 2-3 others on this extremely, extremely crowded train.
so two thoughts entered my mind. i could pin his right arm to the subway car wall, and stab him in the eyes with two of my fingers, most likely blinding him (if anything, for a good 15 mins or so). not much room to move back and do any heavy hitting, so i probably have to go with an elbow - face and knee- groin follow up, problem is, he looked like some tough as nails south bronx motherfucker, and if i failed any technique, im probably getting shot, or at least some bystander is. one of these blond ladies in their thousands of dollars fur coats,
or one of these briefcase brigade suited eichmanns to my left. ive also got enough stitches in my head, and other random wounds, to remind me of past times when my irish mouth ate its own words. in one part of my mind, i hear my teacher screaming, "no one gets the last word, you get the last word, no one gets free hits, you do the hitting" and in the other part of my mind, i hear the same man laughing at my ignorance and saying "ya know, how many times have i told you why i always carry a dummy wallet in my front pocket?"
i stared at the floor. at the time posted on the digital clock in the car. he chuckled to himself, "have a nice day." i boiled inside. my hands wanted to feel flesh tear and my feet wanted to feel bones crunch. we hit grand central, and i spent about 10 mins watching the crowd to see if i was being followed. i snapped at my girlfriend like an irrational prick, it took a long time to calm down.
the next night, we went to this killer rave in brooklyn. it felt like 2003, was so nice. the market has been real tough here lately, but molly was abound, and i indulged way, way too much. i wasnt planning on running into any M at all, so before i left my house, i dropped a blotter. i dont like tripping at raves, but i hate being drunk more. took 2 shots of jameson when i got there, and figured thatd be all the inebriation id have for the evening. my girlfriend is one sexy little vixen, so i sent her out to flirt with some boys and see what cool party favors she could score. about an hour later she found me, stuck her finger in my mouth, and said taste this, what do you think? hot damn that was the most sour tasting molly ive had in my mouth for almost an entire year! we both dropped a capsule and it fucking rocked my world. frankie bones tore shit up on the decks, and dara had a set that left my head ringing. my girl managed to slither through a cuddle puddle and score a nice contact and 5 more beans for us. we were thinking about trying to lure one of the hired dancers back home with us and our stash of love pills, especially this one that gave me a personal show, had such a phat ass. Theres little my lady and I like more, most of the time I think she loves women more than I do. But it had been forever since I had rolled, and while I was feeling quite lusty, I felt like such a little loverboy. I just wanted her alone all to myself, and insisted we leave the party right then. I couldnt wait to get home and kiss her sweet face all over and tell her how much I love her.
We get on the train, and this one real ghetto thug is just screaming at this poor old skinny black dude. Yellin "whut? whut? you think im kiddin? i aint fuckin kiddin." The older man buried his face and tried to submit as best he could, just to make the pirate go away. I acted like I wasnt watching, and shifted my weight to my opposite leg. The energy in the car was nasty, dark, everyone was freaked out. This guy was screaming his lungs out at nothing, babbling, making no sense. He either just finished a night long crack binge, or was on PCP. I suspect the dust. He starts screaming in this little white hipster dude's face, telling him his costume sucked. The guy was petrified. It was tough to watch. Then he finds 2 "bitches" and lays into them, dehumanizing them with his words. The whole car looked on, freaking out. My girlfriend can catch any man's attention in a heartbeat, so I moved her to the next car, and I stood in the doorway watching on. This guy was nasty, fierce, but was not looking all that healthy, more scrawny than anything, I could probably break his ribs in one shot. I turned my hat down low and acted oblivious, but watched every single jerking motion of his body.
Some old man was walking through the car asking for change. He could barely stand up. He was hobbling through holding onto the railing, I thought he was going to keel over. Then he does. He gets down on one knee and grabs his chest. My girl yells "oh my god that man is having a heart attack and no one is doing anything in that car." No one was - they were all freaking out about angry angeldust dude. We move back into the car to assist the man, and in that exact moment, the dusted dude starts punching this chick in the face, screaming something about her being a nasty bitch. The train was stopped with doors open, and ppl started running out of the car. The old man was face down. I raced up behind this crazy asshole and was totally ready to just slam my knuckles into the back of his skull, knock him flat out in one hit (if that diddnt work I was just going to crush his knee cap with my foot anyways, punk diddnt even see me coming).
I diddnt have to do anything. This other guy jumped into the middle, and the dusted dude starts swinging at him. Except he swings like a 7 year old girl! Anyone could have just swatted his fists out of the way and knocked him on his ass, I totally expected the girl and guy both to get mauled. It was actually really fucking funny. The dude defending his girl socked him in the stomach real good, and sent him screaming retreating back into the train car. The conductor must have caught wind, and called the cops, cuz the train breaks went on and doors locked open.
I felt pretty sick. I just watched an old homeless man die, and some psychotic thug punch a girl in the face right next to it. Needless to say this put a damper on the mood, and the two of us spent the rest of the evening deeply brooding it. Neighborhoods are getting worse. Cops are getting corrupt (had to kick 2 out of my building last week for snooping through apartments illegally). People are getting poorer, hungrier, and angrier. The tensions is rising everywhere.
Old New York is on its way back.
friday night, i went to pick up my lady in the city for dinner, and oh do i loathe going into the city. i rarely leave brooklyn anymore. its so comfy having everything i need in my daily life within a few train sotps, and never having to go into that atmosphere in manhattan. whenever someone from the city comes to visit brooklyn, the first thing they always comment on is how serene the air feels, how calm the energy is (relative to the city, of course). but I had to head in for the first time in maybe a month on friday. union square at 8pm on a friday evening is pretty packed. the 4 train platform practically had people falling over the edge. it pays to be a skinny guy who can slither through a crowd to the front, or so i thought.
i board the train car, and feel a hand on my back pushing me in. i turn over my shoulder and stare the man down, almost warning him with my face that im not fond of his touching my backpack. this surly, tall, 40-something, out of shape, peaceful grandpa faced blackman is staring back at me, smiling, and says, "dont worry you wil fit on." I only have one stop to go, and though I feel the 456 line in nyc has the shittiest people in creation on it at all times (or so it seems), i bite my tounge and ignore him.
he needed more, so he continues, "i know youre in a rush, since you hit me with your backpack and all."
i reply, "its a bit crowded" and look at him as though he were rediculous. he continues smiling.
he says, "its ok, its jut really rude to hit someone with your backpack when youre trying to cut in front of them to get on the train."
i reply "i wasnt trying to hit anyone with it, and there was plenty of room where i stood, wasnt cutting anyone." this time i stare into his eyes hard, trying to show him there is a bit of a psycho underneath these glasses, and fear is something that was beaten out of me long ago.
he smiles bigger and says, "its ok, i dont argue with my brother."
now, i was just in a terrible mood, and let my emotions get the best of me. it could have stopped right there. fuck the city, and fuck the 4 train.
"youre arguing with me now." i said.
"i said i dont argue with my brother," he says, his smile turning into a very solemn face.
i looked back calmly and stared him down again, "sounds a lot like arguing to me."
"you going to argue with a man with his heat? huh? cuz this is why i dont argue, i just lay a motherfucker out. you wanna get shot?"
"are you threatening me?" i asked, not phased by any of it, my right hand, out of site, forming an eagle's claw ready to crush his larynx if he makes anything resembling an aggressive gesture. i was contemplating kneeing him in the balls and slamming his throat hard, possibly backfisting his temple if he was still standing. dont fucking threaten my life, asshole. were about 1 foot away from each other and thats right in my kill zone, something tells me his blackness aint gonna take me out in that tight of a space.
just then he pulls a part of his shirt up, and i see a plastic bag shoved in his pants, with something very rectangular, black, and metal in it.
"ya you still tryin to argue with me now? you better watch out who you bump into." he says, almost giggling maniacally, as though he is really enjoying the thought of pulling out a pistol and shooting me and possibly 2-3 others on this extremely, extremely crowded train.
so two thoughts entered my mind. i could pin his right arm to the subway car wall, and stab him in the eyes with two of my fingers, most likely blinding him (if anything, for a good 15 mins or so). not much room to move back and do any heavy hitting, so i probably have to go with an elbow - face and knee- groin follow up, problem is, he looked like some tough as nails south bronx motherfucker, and if i failed any technique, im probably getting shot, or at least some bystander is. one of these blond ladies in their thousands of dollars fur coats,
or one of these briefcase brigade suited eichmanns to my left. ive also got enough stitches in my head, and other random wounds, to remind me of past times when my irish mouth ate its own words. in one part of my mind, i hear my teacher screaming, "no one gets the last word, you get the last word, no one gets free hits, you do the hitting" and in the other part of my mind, i hear the same man laughing at my ignorance and saying "ya know, how many times have i told you why i always carry a dummy wallet in my front pocket?"
i stared at the floor. at the time posted on the digital clock in the car. he chuckled to himself, "have a nice day." i boiled inside. my hands wanted to feel flesh tear and my feet wanted to feel bones crunch. we hit grand central, and i spent about 10 mins watching the crowd to see if i was being followed. i snapped at my girlfriend like an irrational prick, it took a long time to calm down.
the next night, we went to this killer rave in brooklyn. it felt like 2003, was so nice. the market has been real tough here lately, but molly was abound, and i indulged way, way too much. i wasnt planning on running into any M at all, so before i left my house, i dropped a blotter. i dont like tripping at raves, but i hate being drunk more. took 2 shots of jameson when i got there, and figured thatd be all the inebriation id have for the evening. my girlfriend is one sexy little vixen, so i sent her out to flirt with some boys and see what cool party favors she could score. about an hour later she found me, stuck her finger in my mouth, and said taste this, what do you think? hot damn that was the most sour tasting molly ive had in my mouth for almost an entire year! we both dropped a capsule and it fucking rocked my world. frankie bones tore shit up on the decks, and dara had a set that left my head ringing. my girl managed to slither through a cuddle puddle and score a nice contact and 5 more beans for us. we were thinking about trying to lure one of the hired dancers back home with us and our stash of love pills, especially this one that gave me a personal show, had such a phat ass. Theres little my lady and I like more, most of the time I think she loves women more than I do. But it had been forever since I had rolled, and while I was feeling quite lusty, I felt like such a little loverboy. I just wanted her alone all to myself, and insisted we leave the party right then. I couldnt wait to get home and kiss her sweet face all over and tell her how much I love her.
We get on the train, and this one real ghetto thug is just screaming at this poor old skinny black dude. Yellin "whut? whut? you think im kiddin? i aint fuckin kiddin." The older man buried his face and tried to submit as best he could, just to make the pirate go away. I acted like I wasnt watching, and shifted my weight to my opposite leg. The energy in the car was nasty, dark, everyone was freaked out. This guy was screaming his lungs out at nothing, babbling, making no sense. He either just finished a night long crack binge, or was on PCP. I suspect the dust. He starts screaming in this little white hipster dude's face, telling him his costume sucked. The guy was petrified. It was tough to watch. Then he finds 2 "bitches" and lays into them, dehumanizing them with his words. The whole car looked on, freaking out. My girlfriend can catch any man's attention in a heartbeat, so I moved her to the next car, and I stood in the doorway watching on. This guy was nasty, fierce, but was not looking all that healthy, more scrawny than anything, I could probably break his ribs in one shot. I turned my hat down low and acted oblivious, but watched every single jerking motion of his body.
Some old man was walking through the car asking for change. He could barely stand up. He was hobbling through holding onto the railing, I thought he was going to keel over. Then he does. He gets down on one knee and grabs his chest. My girl yells "oh my god that man is having a heart attack and no one is doing anything in that car." No one was - they were all freaking out about angry angeldust dude. We move back into the car to assist the man, and in that exact moment, the dusted dude starts punching this chick in the face, screaming something about her being a nasty bitch. The train was stopped with doors open, and ppl started running out of the car. The old man was face down. I raced up behind this crazy asshole and was totally ready to just slam my knuckles into the back of his skull, knock him flat out in one hit (if that diddnt work I was just going to crush his knee cap with my foot anyways, punk diddnt even see me coming).
I diddnt have to do anything. This other guy jumped into the middle, and the dusted dude starts swinging at him. Except he swings like a 7 year old girl! Anyone could have just swatted his fists out of the way and knocked him on his ass, I totally expected the girl and guy both to get mauled. It was actually really fucking funny. The dude defending his girl socked him in the stomach real good, and sent him screaming retreating back into the train car. The conductor must have caught wind, and called the cops, cuz the train breaks went on and doors locked open.
I felt pretty sick. I just watched an old homeless man die, and some psychotic thug punch a girl in the face right next to it. Needless to say this put a damper on the mood, and the two of us spent the rest of the evening deeply brooding it. Neighborhoods are getting worse. Cops are getting corrupt (had to kick 2 out of my building last week for snooping through apartments illegally). People are getting poorer, hungrier, and angrier. The tensions is rising everywhere.
Old New York is on its way back.
