Mickey Z
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Saturday, December 02, 2006
He fixed televisions for a living
Nice story Mickey. I really enjoy story telling Saturdays. It reminds me of my teenage years. We were so juiced up with raging hormones that we took great risks just to get a shot at some girl. AH… The good old days.
Peace everyone!
Posted by David on from Louisville KY 12/02 at 08:00 AMHello my fellow Expendables. It’s sunny, cool, crisp December Saturday in NYC. Time to get out and enjoy it.
David: I’m glad you like my Saturday stories. It’s a weekly chance to ditch the hardcore political stuff and go off on a tangent.
We used to get 10-15 additional stories posted here on Saturdays but it’s an odd paradox that traffic is a strong as it’s ever been but comments are down.
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 12/02 at 12:27 PMGreat review, Mickey. Morning David…
I’ve got one I posted on my blog about a month ago...it happened over 10 years ago when I was young and crazy:
Washington Heights, Saturday Night, 3:17 AM
I’m traveling in the passenger seat of Big Daddy Love’s all-white, beat-up, work van. The back is filled with a jumble of items any contractor might have. The streets are lively. The beginning of a crowd is gathering just north of us...the direction we are traveling...in the side street to the east. Just as we are passing gunfire explodes to our right. I look and see a half-naked man crash through a second floor window and disappear below street level onto what must have been some stairs leading down to a basement. Big Daddy Love pulls over, of course, and we get out to see what is going on. This is a Dominican neighborhood and as we walk through the crowd we are able to piece together the story, in both English and Spanish, that a local man was being held hostage by a Jamaican in a drug deal gone bad. The police arrive along with an ambulance as the local man has somehow survived being shot in the back as he ran for the window. The crowd has greatly increased in size and people are yelling at the police to go get the Jamaican up in the apartment building. Try to imagine the moments before an all out riot. Now here come 5 cops surrounding a black man with perfect corn-rowed hair, shirtless, powerfully muscled, with his wrists hand-cuffed behind his back. The crowd moves in throwing bottles and debris at the police and the man. The man is yelling something fierce at the crowd and then bull rushes forward. Amazingly, the crowd parts and backs away from the man. He continues to scream and charge anyone near him until the police grab him up again and get him into the back of a cruiser. The crowd is completely out of control at this point. The police are running for their lives. More bottles are thrown smashing against the roof of the police cars as they finally escape through the crowd. My friend and I get back into the van and continue our tour of New York City’s real nightlife.
Posted by JOS on from Chicago 12/02 at 01:02 PMNow that’s what I’m talking about. Big Country JOS is in the house.
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 12/02 at 01:06 PMHey everyone, maybe next week, maybe next week, a story from me, I know I’ve been saying that for years now… but in the meantime, maybe JOS could hit us up with the story about why he’s also known as Commando JOS? I forget the details about that one. Something about his militant nature?
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 12/02 at 01:13 PMthat’s the one where I rarely wear underwear, and when I do, it is usually something unusual.
Posted by JOS on from Chicago 12/02 at 01:25 PMDude, that story was a little… anti-climactic. Which might be for the best, all things considered. Anyway, Star Wars is finally helping me out, at least with relationship advice:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eg4PY_lsw_k
I think I have a crush on the female Sand Person…
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 12/02 at 01:47 PMhow’s your Sartre group going?
OK...here’s another story/poem:
there are places
up in northern Ontario
huge swaths of land
untouched by modern manI’ve been to them
canoed the lakes and rivers
portaged the rugged trails
I’ve drank from the cold watersabsolute beauty
I have never hunted
never killed an animal on purpose
but up there
one develops a hungerit’s a reawakening
of an ancient urgemy body was muscled
lean
from constant movement
paddling
carrying
from sunrise to sunsetour food was canned
and cooked over open flames
made delicious by hungerI went exploring one afternoon
with our group’s leader
through the woods
and came upon a grousean ugly creature
pretty much flightless
kind of like a dark feathered
chicken/turkey hybridI was tossed a large stick
and we snuck towards
the animal
as silently as we couldoff it went
running and flapping
making leaps
and we leapt after itfinally we caught up
and I had the perfect
shot
I wound back my arm
ready to whip my stick
and break its skinny neckbut at the last second
a doubt appeared
a hesitation
an aversion to killing
and that was enough
to send that stick sailing wide
and the grouse disappeared
into the brushI guess civilization
has confiscated
my killer instinctPosted by JOS on from Chicago 12/02 at 02:07 PMI’m still absorbing that poem; bravo so far… so much to read, man-- book club meeting tomorrow here, and it’s looking bigger than Jesus right now:
http://bookclub.meetup.com/600/Also, I’m fixated on the pure genius of Phil Hartman:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmKi0-Hr27I...is that poem a true story?
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 12/02 at 02:19 PMNo time to check the You Tube links yet but I love the poem, JOS...and Cat Lady: Bravo. You created that book club and it’s hopping now.
I’ll be back soon…
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 12/02 at 02:51 PMThanks man-- a bit of a slow start, goals and expecations still often vague, but that’s the way of things sometimes… gonna need more chairs here tomorrow in any case.
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 12/02 at 03:09 PM100% true...why, is it so unbelievable?
Love the Sinatra video.
Posted by JOS on from I used to be a New Yorker 12/02 at 03:18 PMThanks Mick…
40 people, James? Nice going…
looks like your book club has attracted several dark, brooding, intellectual women.
Posted by JOS on from I used to be a New Yorker 12/02 at 03:20 PMSo many classic lines in that one, where do you start? Chunks of guys like you…
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 12/02 at 03:21 PMSimultyping, JOS… lately it seems like, is there any other kind? As to how many of them actually show up, another question…
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 12/02 at 03:45 PMHey M.,
I think I just saw you for a sec on Youtube, the modern day robin hood clip?
Here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sl7sV98QgfE&NR
I believe you say: 4 dollars.Am I just hallucinating?
That book club thing sounds intriguing…
Posted by Christine Hamm on from not in my backyard 12/02 at 04:24 PMChristine: While the odds of you hallucinating are always high, yes, that was yours truly...caught in the middle of the Robin Hood madness.
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 12/02 at 06:13 PMMZ book review: another toothless establishment guy reinin’’em in: “Because of ideological biases, which give violent protests a stature they do not deserve...” I wonder, does invading another country count as violent protest? How about lynching? To be fair, Cohen didn’t specifically bash the idea of not trusting govt - sorta gave it a finesse pass; that’s what 200 years of Maytag on the medulla gets you. But the real hook is “useful material.” ("Holy Talk Shows, Batman!” “Pass the batphone, Robin. There isn’t a minute to waste.")
“I don’t need no stinkin’ ideas,” said the intrepid politico, “Just twenty minutes of shiny boilerplate before we break for lunch.”
I can’t see. Cut me, Mick.
Zen ProleP.S. Will try to get my syntax together for next week’s story posts.
Posted by Zen Prole on from Urth 12/02 at 09:20 PMFunny you should throw in a Rocky reference, Zen. Mr. Stallone will be mentioned here tomorrow.
Btw, my friend, I’d say you have the line of the day: That’s what 200 years of Maytag on the medulla gets you.
Really glad you’ve made this a regular stop…
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 12/02 at 09:52 PM
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