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.
Dude, hookers make bank!
ReplyDeleteBizarrely, 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?
ReplyDeletethree hours and several lifetimes, dawg.
ReplyDeleteShould I use my Gawker.com-empire comment privileges to tell them we were all over that first?
ReplyDeleteNah ...
No way.
ReplyDeleteIt was a great post that deserved bigger attention than we can give it. Just weird timing.
Thanks guys.
ReplyDeleteRyan
Ryan, it was the first time I was ever in awe of a post on a blog.
ReplyDeleteNice to hear. I think it struck a chord with a lot of people. The response has been overwhelming.
ReplyDeleteAgain, thanks for the kind words.
Ryan
maybe with yahoo messenger
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