Old Hallo–Eve

This is the first year, that I’ve actually been out around Manhattan during Halloween. And let’s just say it was very interesting. There was definitely a large group of characters out there. The trains were packed. I couldn’t wait to get out of the first car I was in because someone had puked on the floor. In addition there was this guy that just wreaked of alcohol. Aside from the fact, he looked like he was going to topple out of his seat.

The second car, I was in was a bit dull. Until this guy came in dressed as a stove. And sat down on the floor. Immediately, everyone in the car started laughing. Being at the center attention, this guy was determine to entertain us. This of course was followed by the paparazzi and flashing light bulbs. That was the end of my first Halloween in Manhattan.

October 31, 2003 at 8:36 am · Essentially NY· Permalink ·

My So Called Life…

Sometimes, I just want to disappear from this world.

Have you ever just ride the train and notice the person across from you in deep thought. And wonder what they’re thinking about. Okay that was completely random.

Scared and alone in the world.

October 23, 2003 at 8:51 am · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

Who Let the Dogs Out

Dogs are a really funny species. On my way to work, I spotted two Italian Greyhounds barking at the two German Shepards across the street. When the light changed, the Greyhounds cross the street with me. I was thinking, it was going to be a doggie showdown. Fight! Maybe not. It seem like they were all old friends. So on we go. The next dog I encounter was a Maltese. His owner had one of those retractable leashes. For some reason, the dog had stop short and refused to move. He looked like he was holding onto the concrete pavement with his dear life. When his owner realized his dog wasn’t moving, he looked at him, and said we have to go. Then it just became a stare down between the owner and dog. It was just too funny.

October 7, 2003 at 9:14 am · Rant & Rave· Permalink ·

Role Reversal

Today is some holiday where you go to the cementary to pay respects to your relatives who have passed. My mom and me went to visit my father’s grave. First off, it was the commute from hell in Brooklyn. Not only were trains not running locally to Manhattan, but you also had to transfer for a shuttle at another station for a connecting train to Manhattan. All I can say is bah!

My mom was having a bit trouble walking up the hill towards the cementary. And had asked to me run ahead to put flowers on my father’s grave. Basically she would meet me at the mansoleum. So I ran ahead and put the flowers on my father’s grave. When I walked out, I didn’t see my mother. So I looked down the hill to see if she was still on her way. There was still no sign of her. So I ran down the hill and back the cementary. But my mom was still missing. So I asked the security guard if she saw a little old lady under 5 feet in a navy blue jacket. And she said no. So I started to get a bit worried and started back tracking again. Eventually, I found my mother. All I can say to her was do you know worried sick you had me. What role reversal. And that security guard really needs to have her eyes checked.

October 4, 2003 at 8:53 am · Friends & Family· Permalink ·