Pictures From Midtown Manhattan (slideshow)

The Hotness! …But Where’s The Kraft’s Cheese Single Pocketbook?

Oh, I guess she’s waiting to get the bag in the ‘grilled cheese’ version. I hear that’s coming out this Fall. I bet she’s got those shoes in Minestrone and Clam Chowder too. All of this fashion talk is getting me hungry.

The MTA Network: Working On The Railroad

How I Spent My Friday Night: A Cautionary Tale

First let me start by saying I’m not a avid gun-ho drinker, but when I do (which has become more often since I got my bartender’s license) I go IN like Flynn. I got so drunk last night, I didn’t even make it out of the borough of Manhattan. I was hanging out with a couple friends mixing drinks under the table at a pizzeria in Union Square… This is, by the way, after I already started sipping at a sushi restaurant, no sake please and thank you, not enough alc-by-volume.
Just the thought of Johnny Walker Black, Patron Cafe and Kahlua is making me dry heave right now. (Note: Patron Cafe is viscous like gasoline or old bottom-of-the-kettle 3 day old coffee and tastes as such too.) I was so twisted I had to just up and leave the pizza spot… nevermind my phone, keys, coat, ipods, alcohol, etc. I just walked out and starting hiking. I THOUGHT I was just I was just walking around the block (I did that twice.) Came back in the spot, not to get my stuff, it was just a cameo. I didn’t say hi, I didn’t say bye, I just walk the hell back out. It was just too damn hot in there and the floor wouldn’t stop moving. Cut to me a half mile away when I realized I didn’t my phone, keys, etc… [About Face]
So now I’m walking back to the pizzeria to collect my crap and return to the group »» the left. [BUMMER] So now I don’t what I’m going to do: MOM’S HOUSE for the win!!! This whole time I never thought about calling my friends, I don’t even think I was audible at this time anyway. The God for small miracles, I had my wallet. I went to Chase, or so I believe, $60 just appeared in my hands.
I’m a city boy, my driver’s license is a Metrocard, but last night that just wasn’t happening: “TAXIIIII” Within 8 seconds of me flopping in the cab, I threw up where you put your feet. I was laid across the back, returning my dinner(s). Honestly, it felt great. Drunk puking is super satisfying… I still wasn’t sober or anything though. Oh, I forgot: GARLIC KNOTS. That’s what set me off. I saw them again on the way back out. The cabbie was not feeling me at this point. He got out of the front seat, opened up the back door and started screaming at me. I replied to him by screaming “131 and 7. 131 and 7″ over and over with a $20 in my hand. Mind you, I already threw a 20 in the front when I first dropped in the cab. I don’t wanna say I passed out in the back of the cab after that, but that would be completely accurate. You would not believe where I woke up at.
This dude took me to Harlem Hospital. I woke up to orderlies trying to rouse me awake. Once I was awake I walked into the ER. I don’t know why I walked into the ER, but I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have let me just walk off. So I walked through the ER and right out.
Note: my mom’s house is 5 blocks from the hospital… And oh yeah, this whole time I was only wearing little ass shirt, I was so cold. The cold did Nothing to aide in sobering me up. Not a thing. I twisted my ankle and totally didn’t feel it. I teleported to my mom’s house. Building front door. Elevator. They didn’t even happen, I was just at my mom’s door, KNOCKING! I have no idea of what time it is, but I’m banging on the door like I was the police. I don’t think I said 2 word to her, I just laid in the floor. Where did those pillows come from. I gots no clue… My mom gave me some juice, I took a sip and threw up in the cup and went to sleep…
I woke up this morning like none of that even happened. No hangover. LOL. I tried to eat some yogurt though, it didn’t want me. I could only stand water. First thing I did when I woke up was call my housemate. All my stuff with him, he was home, I was a-ok!
Now I’m with my friend, Guy, my drinking big brother, I just can’t. He’s talking about Johnny.. I’m scared, I did enough for the whole weekend.

Bronx River

Everyday when I pass this river on the train, I look at it just to see what’s different about it. It’s really clean these days, but back in the day it was as filthy as the river that caught on fire in Ohio.

I like this picture, it reminds me of some opening scene from an 80s movie in a steel mining town. The Outsiders, Urban Cowboy, Flashdance, Footloose, pick one. I can almost hear the music.

Only In New York.021110 (Hotel MickeyD’s)

Flashing Lights.

Every time I passed this spot,I’m compelled to take a pic. 40/41th and Park Avenue, looking north at Grand Central Terminal and the Met Life Building. I don’t know if it’s the lights (which are always out) or if it’s the overhead roadway or the statues in the pediment on the GCT entrance, but I have like 40 pictures- day/night, winter/summer.

#shoutout to my ‘patnah in crime,’ @deedarling, who works around the corner: we still got a lunch date at Golosi on the block…maybe on your bday..

Are We There Yet? Nah, Not Even Half Way

190th on the 1 train in Uptown Manhattan. I always have such a feeling of reflection and introspection when I walk through this tunnel. I think it’s the length and the singular-ness of the path. When you get to the end of the path, there’s a great sense of accomplishment.

Snow

Empire State Building

Only In New York.020810: So The Platform’s A Bathroom Now?

The worst thing I’ve ever seen on public transportation has definitely have to be seeing a bum taking a shit in on the platform, using a railing a balance bar. *shudders*
One day I was at High Street station [insert joke here] coming from school. That station’s platform is about ten stories underground because it’s the first/last stop in Brooklyn, it’s basically part of the tunnel that links with Manhattan. So when you’re at the surface, then through the 150 yard walkway and then at the escalators, you can’t really know if the trains are coming. You don’t know until those last two stories that lead you to the platform. It’s the very beginning of the platform, so once you’re at the bottom of the stairs, you can only walk forward. This is where that bum was… After running a half-marathon to catch the uptown A-train was never really there, the first thing I see is the shit literally escaping this man’s ass. It was horrible. And in true New York fashion, I pretended like it didn’t happen and kept walking…but on the inside, I died a little bit.  I ALWAYS was a little wary about taking those stairs ever since…

That was the worst NYC moment, but there was definitely some strong contenders.

Only In New York.020310: An Intro

I have seen some real crazy stuff riding these NYC buses and trains throughout the years. I couldn’t even give you a legitimate list, there have been so many “Only In New York” moments to recollect, but there have been that were etched, burned, drilled and imprinted into my memory. They weren’t all bad, the bad ones just make for better stories… I bet you have a story too…

I’ll be sending random burst thoughts one by one…