New York Stories
PART 1 titled "Mean Soho Streets"
"I'm sooo bored with Club Monaco. Let's go to Bloomies." I say to Jane.
"I gotta return something there!"
"Awesome"
After looking at clothes I go outside to smoke and wait for Jane.
There's a guy with a table who sells finger puppets outside of Bloomies (the soho one).
He approaches me.
"Hey uh, can I buy a cigarette or I'll trade you a finger puppet for one?"
There's about 4-6 quarters in his hand.
"Yeah, for a dollar."
"A dollar???!!!!"
"It's the going rate."
"It's not the going rate!"
Then he walks off and gets a cig from some girls. I don't know the details of their transaction.
He looks at me and yells "CREEP!!!" from about six feet away.
I think...did he just say "creep"? How funny cos' who says "creep" anymore except for old ladies.
"Hey ya creep ya knocked over my trash can. Who's gonna pick it up? There's trash all over the street now. Who's gonna pick it up?!!!" (from Repo Man)
I'm not phased. I'm now sitting down in front of Bloomies.
Jane calls about ten minutes later and she's by the back entrance so we decide to meet at the Moma store. 20% off this weekend for members!!!
As I walk by the finger puppet guy I say...
"Hey, I'll give you a butt for a finger puppet"
I kept walking. The streets of soho are insanely packed on the weekends. I hate it.
PART 2 titled "Could be a story for a Green Day song"
Oh no there's a cute girl that works at the Moma store. I just saw her there last night. Seen her one other time before. Yes, I frequent the Moma store. What if she thinks Jane and I are dating? Maybe I shouldn't go in. Ahh fuck it. Like I'm gonna ask her out anyways. Meet Jane outside and give her my card so she can get the special member discount. Jane says "Don't worry. I have a wedding ring." I reply "What if she thinks we're married?!!" as I look at my hands kept warm with fingerless gloves. Hmm don't see the girl. Oh oh there she is. I nudge Jane and whisper "That's her wearing the Anna Wojan necklace." Jane looks and says "OMG you def have a type hahaha". I think "Hey I like Japanese girls too". Hopefully she doesn't think I'm a creep.
PART 3 titled "Angels with dirty faces and dirty ears"
I swear I clean my ears regulary. I really do. I put q-tips in them even though you're not supposed to. I was at my part time job in Chelsea sitting at my desk, and I looked at my iPod headphones and noticed a huge gunk of ear wax. Ugghhh!!! Ryan walked by so I figured I'd show him. Bro to bro you know. "Hey Ryan, look at this!" He replied, "Yer a sick and dirty creep!" He didn't really say that. I just thought if he did it would tie the stories together. He really said "You dirty motherfucker!"
"I'm sooo bored with Club Monaco. Let's go to Bloomies." I say to Jane.
"I gotta return something there!"
"Awesome"
After looking at clothes I go outside to smoke and wait for Jane.
There's a guy with a table who sells finger puppets outside of Bloomies (the soho one).
He approaches me.
"Hey uh, can I buy a cigarette or I'll trade you a finger puppet for one?"
There's about 4-6 quarters in his hand.
"Yeah, for a dollar."
"A dollar???!!!!"
"It's the going rate."
"It's not the going rate!"
Then he walks off and gets a cig from some girls. I don't know the details of their transaction.
He looks at me and yells "CREEP!!!" from about six feet away.
I think...did he just say "creep"? How funny cos' who says "creep" anymore except for old ladies.
"Hey ya creep ya knocked over my trash can. Who's gonna pick it up? There's trash all over the street now. Who's gonna pick it up?!!!" (from Repo Man)
I'm not phased. I'm now sitting down in front of Bloomies.
Jane calls about ten minutes later and she's by the back entrance so we decide to meet at the Moma store. 20% off this weekend for members!!!
As I walk by the finger puppet guy I say...
"Hey, I'll give you a butt for a finger puppet"
I kept walking. The streets of soho are insanely packed on the weekends. I hate it.
PART 2 titled "Could be a story for a Green Day song"
Oh no there's a cute girl that works at the Moma store. I just saw her there last night. Seen her one other time before. Yes, I frequent the Moma store. What if she thinks Jane and I are dating? Maybe I shouldn't go in. Ahh fuck it. Like I'm gonna ask her out anyways. Meet Jane outside and give her my card so she can get the special member discount. Jane says "Don't worry. I have a wedding ring." I reply "What if she thinks we're married?!!" as I look at my hands kept warm with fingerless gloves. Hmm don't see the girl. Oh oh there she is. I nudge Jane and whisper "That's her wearing the Anna Wojan necklace." Jane looks and says "OMG you def have a type hahaha". I think "Hey I like Japanese girls too". Hopefully she doesn't think I'm a creep.
PART 3 titled "Angels with dirty faces and dirty ears"
I swear I clean my ears regulary. I really do. I put q-tips in them even though you're not supposed to. I was at my part time job in Chelsea sitting at my desk, and I looked at my iPod headphones and noticed a huge gunk of ear wax. Ugghhh!!! Ryan walked by so I figured I'd show him. Bro to bro you know. "Hey Ryan, look at this!" He replied, "Yer a sick and dirty creep!" He didn't really say that. I just thought if he did it would tie the stories together. He really said "You dirty motherfucker!"