Monday, November 08, 2010
It's been over a year...
And a good year it has been. I hit up Munich, Panama, the Dominican Republic and Prague. I crashed my bike into everything imaginable. I got a couple of sweet black eyes. I bought a ridiculously gay car. I stole, borrowed, broke, drank and cursed out plenty of shit. And yet I've had nothing to write about because I couldn't manage to top what I did on October 10, 2009. Wait....I definitely topped it in Munich, but you'll have to wait for the book to hear that story. While your waiting, check out what I've been up to instead of writing.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Change at Jamaica
I met up with a few old co-workers at Jakes Dilemma on 81st and Amsterdam. Just like old times I was quickly drunk and winless on the beer pong table. I got in a cab and headed to Penn Station. I made the 2:53 AM train, which required me to make the dreaded change at Jamaica. Anytime I need to change at Jamaica I get that feeling I’m going to fall asleep and end up in Babylon. I watch other people do it all the time. This particular night I was sure it was going to be my turn. My eyes were refusing to stay open.
I lucked out and woke up just in time to jump off the train at Jamaica. I walked across the platform where everyone was boarding the Long Beach train to realize that it wasn’t the Long Beach train. It was a westbound train, headed back to Penn Station. I quickly ran up the stairs and across the platform to the other side of the train only to find there was no Long Beach bound train there either. I started to look around and wonder if I had gotten off at the wrong stop. Jamaica was usually a busy station but tonight it was vacant. There was no one around anymore, no trains coming in or out. I decided there was a pretty good chance I wasn’t at Jamaica. The display on the monitor read: Long Beach 4:47. Regardless of where I was, a Long Beach bound train would be arriving in an hour. I sat down on the steps and nodded off a few times as I sent some drunk text messages.
Right on time the 4:47 train pulled into the mystery station. The doors opened and some people got off. I walked onto the train, glad to be finally resuming my trip home. I watched as the conductor dragged someone out of his seat by his arm telling him he had to get off the train. I figured he was being disruptive or puked or something. Then the conductor began walking towards me.
“This train’s not going anywhere, everyone off,” he said.
Shit….how could I have fucked this up again.
“This isn’t the train to Long Beach?” I asked the conductor.
“This is Long Beach.”
I lucked out and woke up just in time to jump off the train at Jamaica. I walked across the platform where everyone was boarding the Long Beach train to realize that it wasn’t the Long Beach train. It was a westbound train, headed back to Penn Station. I quickly ran up the stairs and across the platform to the other side of the train only to find there was no Long Beach bound train there either. I started to look around and wonder if I had gotten off at the wrong stop. Jamaica was usually a busy station but tonight it was vacant. There was no one around anymore, no trains coming in or out. I decided there was a pretty good chance I wasn’t at Jamaica. The display on the monitor read: Long Beach 4:47. Regardless of where I was, a Long Beach bound train would be arriving in an hour. I sat down on the steps and nodded off a few times as I sent some drunk text messages.
Right on time the 4:47 train pulled into the mystery station. The doors opened and some people got off. I walked onto the train, glad to be finally resuming my trip home. I watched as the conductor dragged someone out of his seat by his arm telling him he had to get off the train. I figured he was being disruptive or puked or something. Then the conductor began walking towards me.
“This train’s not going anywhere, everyone off,” he said.
Shit….how could I have fucked this up again.
“This isn’t the train to Long Beach?” I asked the conductor.
“This is Long Beach.”
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Hurricane Bill
Sunday's footage turned out useless due to a clogged head...fucking sand. Woke up earlier and sober on Saturday anyway, here you go...
Labels:
Hurricane Bill,
Lincoln Blvd,
Long Beach,
Long Island,
New York
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Have you seen my friend??!!?!??
One day I will finish the video and the write-up of our May excursion to Nicaragua....for now here's the rough cut.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
The Hockey Train
9:53 or 10:53? It was 9:42 and I was at least a 15 minute walk from Penn Station. I had already missed the 8:53 and I didn't want to get home at midnight, so I jumped in a cab to catch the earlier train back to the beach. As I walked over to track 16 all I could see was a sea of blue shirts, long hair and missing teeth. The fucking hockey train. Please God, don't let the Rangers make the playoffs.
Editor's Note: The author actually loves the game of hockey, has played it all of his life, was a die-hard Rangers fan up until the lockout and still idolizes Mark Messier. However, any type of contact with the typical hockey fan makes him ashamed to be white. Due to a lack of hair and a love for his teeth he has replaced hockey with soccer and is currently working on improving his Spanish.
Editor's Note: The author actually loves the game of hockey, has played it all of his life, was a die-hard Rangers fan up until the lockout and still idolizes Mark Messier. However, any type of contact with the typical hockey fan makes him ashamed to be white. Due to a lack of hair and a love for his teeth he has replaced hockey with soccer and is currently working on improving his Spanish.
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