A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The 4 Train.What follows is an encounter with a cigarette-generous stranger, which then leads to an invitation for a beer. And from there Ryan tells a tale that unfolds like the lighter side of Hubert Selby Jr.
I had just gotten off work and was walking up Broadway to catch the subway home when I realized I didn’t have any cigarettes. I stopped at a newsstand to see if they had any rolling papers. I roll my own cigarettes now because, here in NYC, cigarettes cost damn near $8.00 a pack, and you can’t even smoke them in bars but that’s another story entirely.
As I’m standing at the newsstand trying to determine if they sell what I’m looking for, a rock star looking guy walks up beside me and asks the nice Indian man behind the counter,
“Hey bro, you got any magazines that tell me where I can find a good rock’n’roll show tonight?”
Generally speaking, I have no tolerance for sites or posts about somebody's boring misadventures or mundane personal life. But this is not one of those posts.
9 comments:
Dude, hookers make bank!
Bizarrely, Gawker linked to this week-old post a few hours after I did. Does this mean that I'm three hours ahead of the zeitgeist?
three hours and several lifetimes, dawg.
Should I use my Gawker.com-empire comment privileges to tell them we were all over that first?
Nah ...
No way.
It was a great post that deserved bigger attention than we can give it. Just weird timing.
Thanks guys.
Ryan
Ryan, it was the first time I was ever in awe of a post on a blog.
Nice to hear. I think it struck a chord with a lot of people. The response has been overwhelming.
Again, thanks for the kind words.
Ryan
maybe with yahoo messenger
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