"New York, if ya can fake it here ya can fake it anywhere." Fred Allen, 40s radio icon.
hola,
yesterday while waiting for the national news i stumbled across a bubbly blonde touring a squeaky clean lower Manhattan...long aged sigh. for decades Time Square used to be the fetid open sewer of lower Manhattan.
get off the subway and look north towards the NY Times bldg V intersection and on the right is the was museum where i saw a sailor get a blowjob one slow afternoon...to the right is where i saw my first James Bond film then a decade later the unsexy but very popular Deep Throat.the Theater District is also a few block north as is the security heavy Diamond District..along 42nd to the east is a few block past the porn shops(where i bought my first nudist magazines) is the famous New York Central Library (a fave) and Grand Central but turn to look west and...you find a series of "grindhouses" cinemas showing B Movies and 3rd to 5th run films in triple/quadruple features (cheaper than an SRO. feet up cause the rat infested places reek with optional free blowjobs in every balcony) next to these are ethnic fast foods, greasy spoon diners,shabby dive bars and more porn shops.
continue past this and on the infamous 8th Avenue you find the totally perverse Port Authority Bus Terminal on the right where the pimps recruit and the grifters gather and to the left is a mile of so of junkies offering any perversity you can afford and plenty of alleys and SRO to perform the. there was also a White Castle which offer burger sliders 24/7 if you had the balls or desperation to enter.
i ate there often when not eatting a gyro or knish or corned beef sandwich nearby.where was i? oh right, one afternoon as is was in T.S.(being there were only tow movies in Harlem both on 125th and one was the rowdy Apollo and a third on 145th (where Malcom X was killed, that closed when i was about ten.).so, being a movie buff i went to T.S. a lot.anyway i saw a guy in a suit fall down in front of me with a heart attack or fit,...
then another white guy in a suit kneels down to help then seconds later another guy in a suit knells to possibly aid them but instead i spot him lifting both heir wallets in broad daylight. knowing that pickpockets travel in packs and often use distractions, i clutched my wallet and backed the fuck outta there. reason #143 about why i left NYC...
mind the gap
nam,ste
mega
happy? 2016.
hola,
yesterday while waiting for the national news i stumbled across a bubbly blonde touring a squeaky clean lower Manhattan...long aged sigh. for decades Time Square used to be the fetid open sewer of lower Manhattan.
get off the subway and look north towards the NY Times bldg V intersection and on the right is the was museum where i saw a sailor get a blowjob one slow afternoon...to the right is where i saw my first James Bond film then a decade later the unsexy but very popular Deep Throat.the Theater District is also a few block north as is the security heavy Diamond District..along 42nd to the east is a few block past the porn shops(where i bought my first nudist magazines) is the famous New York Central Library (a fave) and Grand Central but turn to look west and...you find a series of "grindhouses" cinemas showing B Movies and 3rd to 5th run films in triple/quadruple features (cheaper than an SRO. feet up cause the rat infested places reek with optional free blowjobs in every balcony) next to these are ethnic fast foods, greasy spoon diners,shabby dive bars and more porn shops.
continue past this and on the infamous 8th Avenue you find the totally perverse Port Authority Bus Terminal on the right where the pimps recruit and the grifters gather and to the left is a mile of so of junkies offering any perversity you can afford and plenty of alleys and SRO to perform the. there was also a White Castle which offer burger sliders 24/7 if you had the balls or desperation to enter.
i ate there often when not eatting a gyro or knish or corned beef sandwich nearby.where was i? oh right, one afternoon as is was in T.S.(being there were only tow movies in Harlem both on 125th and one was the rowdy Apollo and a third on 145th (where Malcom X was killed, that closed when i was about ten.).so, being a movie buff i went to T.S. a lot.anyway i saw a guy in a suit fall down in front of me with a heart attack or fit,...
then another white guy in a suit kneels down to help then seconds later another guy in a suit knells to possibly aid them but instead i spot him lifting both heir wallets in broad daylight. knowing that pickpockets travel in packs and often use distractions, i clutched my wallet and backed the fuck outta there. reason #143 about why i left NYC...
mind the gap
nam,ste
mega
happy? 2016.
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