New York in the 70s/80s
dmak, can I find it on Amazon ? I'm sure Tubby and I aren't the only ones who would be interested in reading it.
Thanks for the artist name. I was a Senior in High School in 1990-91, and taking the bus into NYC to take my film classes at SVA (as I'd even get credits for my following freshman year.) Having been a 15-year-old that got hustled for $10 of old coins that I used from my coin collection for a fake drivers license in Times Square (you should've seen the crackheads looking at Ben Franklin silver dollars and saying "what the fuck are these ?,") I had seen the transformation since 1988-89. Those billboards were by far the most bizarre.
For that 1988 New Years Eve trip, I went with my friend from Oklahoma whose dad was VP of Holiday Inn. We were able to stay at the executive suites at Grand Central Station, eat sushi for breakfast and jump on the marble tables.
His older brother and his friend were our chaperones, and we had to check in with our parents at all times.
There was a Greek girl who lived in Flatbush from summer camp that I was going to visit. She was beyond gorgeous, a Brooklyn Greek in all the best senses of the word. She was telling me she was home alone all day, and kept imploring me to get there. But we had to keep checking in with the parents, and by the time we got there, she was babysitting.
I had a trenchcoat, as I liked Doctor Who and the trenchcoats were kind of in-style amongst the Depeche Mode set, of which I was on the periphery. I had a machete, so it fit perfect in my pocket.
By the time we got off the subway, her mom was there to escort us to the apartment. Of all the times for my machete to cut through my pocket, it was when I was walking right next to her. I mumbled something about "justincase..."
When we got there, the mom whispered to the girl for about 5 minutes. They're still whispering.
dmak, can I find it on Amazon ? I'm sure Tubby and I aren't the only ones who would be interested in reading it.
Thanks for the artist name. I was a Senior in High School in 1990-91, and taking the bus into NYC to take my film classes at SVA (as I'd even get credits for my following freshman year.) Having been a 15-year-old that got hustled for $10 of old coins that I used from my coin collection for a fake drivers license in Times Square (you should've seen the crackheads looking at Ben Franklin silver dollars and saying "what the fuck are these ?,") I had seen the transformation since 1988-89. Those billboards were by far the most bizarre.
For that 1988 New Years Eve trip, I went with my friend from Oklahoma whose dad was VP of Holiday Inn. We were able to stay at the executive suites at Grand Central Station, eat sushi for breakfast and jump on the marble tables.
His older brother and his friend were our chaperones, and we had to check in with our parents at all times.
There was a Greek girl who lived in Flatbush from summer camp that I was going to visit. She was beyond gorgeous, a Brooklyn Greek in all the best senses of the word. She was telling me she was home alone all day, and kept imploring me to get there. But we had to keep checking in with the parents, and by the time we got there, she was babysitting.
I had a trenchcoat, as I liked Doctor Who and the trenchcoats were kind of in-style amongst the Depeche Mode set, of which I was on the periphery. I had a machete, so it fit perfect in my pocket.
By the time we got off the subway, her mom was there to escort us to the apartment. Of all the times for my machete to cut through my pocket, it was when I was walking right next to her. I mumbled something about "justincase..."
When we got there, the mom whispered to the girl for about 5 minutes. They're still whispering.
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