Mickey Z

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Saturday, February 25, 2006

Mickey Z.’s Dream No. 347

Wake up, it’s Storytelling Saturday

Once upon a time…

I was waiting for the #6 train at the 51st Street station when a guy who’s either drunk or high yells at his wife/girlfriend/sister: “Get the #### over here!” Everyone on the platform turns to look…so he invokes a double negative (“Nobody better say nothing to me") before returning to the verbal abuse of his wife/girlfriend/sister.

Cue the dream sequence…

I decide it has to end here and tell the clown to back off and shut the #### up. True to his bravado, he moves on me without hesitation. I sidestep his drunken charge and flick out a finger strike that turns his eyes red and watery. He clutches his face as I snap a front kick to the nuts…double him over for a knee blow to the nose. The sickening crack has spectators wincing and gasping as the train rumbles into the station. His wife/girlfriend/sister stares at me...but I just shrug and say: “No one expects a slacker to be a black belt.”

Back to reality…

I’m on the #6 train wishing (a little too hard) that this really happened. I switch to the W train and see the sky as we emerge from tunnel at Queensboro Plaza…the signal for everyone to pull out cell phones and tell their roommate/spouse/partner that they are almost home and they saw this obnoxious man cursing at his wife/girlfriend/sister a few minutes ago.