Native New Yorker
I worked for this artist
In New York
Downtown in Tribeca
Before it became such
An exotic address.
If I could tell you
What she was paying for her mortgage
For a complete floor
Of a loft building
It would make you sick.
It still makes my stomach churn.
Tribeca back in the mid eighties
Was still undiscovered
And was pretty cheap
To the point
Where there was a nasty
Strip bar at the end of the block
Where I worked
On White Street.
Not a ‘club’.
A ‘bar’.
After work one day
I decided to stop
In there for a drink
And some entertainment...
I mean it was some divey bar...
I was hoping to experience something profound
And out of the ordinary
‘Cause that’s how I operate.
I sat up at the bar
Next to this wirey sketchy cat
And ordered a drink.
The girls were trailer trash entertainment for sure
And there weren’t many lowlifes
At the bar.
I think I finished half of my drink
When the wirey guy
Goes
“These fuckin’ New Yorkers are motherfucking crazy!”
He turns to me
“What the fuck do you think?!!! I mean, these fuckin’ people are out of their fuckin’ minds!!! These people make me fuckin’ nuts!!!”
This came out of nowhere
To someone that just came in
Off of the street
To have a drink
And be entertained.
So I agreed with him.
The next thing I know
I’m laying on the floor
From a full on punch to the jaw
That landed me on the tiles
Straight offa my barstool.
And I’m spread out
On my ass
Rubbing my jaw
Discovering broken teeth
As this wirey sketchy cat
Sends a greeting from above
As he finishes his drink...
“Welcome to New York!”
“Fucker!”
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