What a day!
Remember that episode of The Abbott & Costello Show — surely one of the most surreal programs ever on television — wherein Bud and Lou have a party to celebrate Costello's birthday? And Lou serves his famous antipasto, which turns out to be ant paste?It's like that. Only without the ant paste.
Walking down 8th Avenue today (for the trifecta of 8s, naturally), I passed by a White Castle/Church's Chicken, where they don't let you in unless you've got oozing needle marks on your arms.
Saw a young girl, eerily reminiscent of Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver, toting a suitcase alongside her father/"uncle"/john/pimp.
Skeletal but natty old guy sitting on a stoop: Cuban heels, stylish but worn slacks, purple rose forearm tat and sunglasses with one lens cracked (hello future me!).
Sudden thought: why are there not euthanasia way stations sprinkled throughout the city? I saw many missed opportunities for municipal revenue on this one jaunt.
Labels: yeesh
posted by Steve Caratzas at 5:38 PM
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What? No pommaded within an inch of his life drummer on the sidewalk? "Getting back to Gene Krupa's syncopated style shortly ... And now, 40 years of Chick Webb!" (cf. "Taxi Driver").
So I'll be in NJ several times this fall and was hoping to get the NYC tour perhaps? If so, lets skip all these places, or least run by fast as I snap a quick photo.
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