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Well, then forget about the meetup. I'm gonna walk to Greenpernt with a co-worker and hitch a ride from his wife up to Queensboro Plaza and walk the rest of the way.
On my way in this morning...with my aching fucking ankles, all the walking has actually been fine, it's good thinking time, but my one ankle is fucked up for some reason. The Jack Daniels therapy I've been applying nightly has not been effective on the old ankle... this skeefo dude on the bridge kept asking me for a quarter, totally interupting me listening to Richard Pryor early shit (really good, very odd) and getting angrier and angrier that I wouldn't give him one. Now normally I have a lot of patience for the mentally ill and the destitute, I try to just ride it out and move along, but this fucker really wanted a quarter and I really didn't want to give him a quarter, and he wouldn't give up and he was really scheming on me, slowing down, looping back, kinda hovering, you know... I was fully prepared to stab him to death and throw him over the bridge railing into the water, FULLY PREPARED. My patience for the mentally ill doesn't extend to not getting the message on mile 19 of my little wanderjaaar. His pants were filthy so I was trying to figure out how to hoist him over the fence without touching them when he tripped and fell on his face.
Guess I'll see if he's still there when I walk home.
Jon
I'm taking the manhattan but probably not till 5, I'm taking tomorrow off, so I kinda have to finish up around here. If you are going to greenpoint by foot shouldn't you take the williamsburg (can you walk the willie, I forget)?
Walking out on Ditmars this morning I managed to shag a ride from this dude looking to fill his car to meet the passenger requirements. He was going uptown so he had to let me out at 60th & 2nd. I zigzagged crosstown till I got to seventh and shagged ass down to spring. I was bundled up like a lumberjack. My co-workers say that the Brewers hat slammed on my noggin makes me look like I "mean business." Also, if you are very stealthy, you can sneak into Chelsae diners to relieve yourself, but you always wind up with that freaky "where am I and why am I here again?" feeling.
On preview, I'm following my co-worker, he seems to know what he's doing.
Jon,
You will save SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much walking.
To add to the list of indignities about this whole thing, on the Brooklyn Bridge you get fucking cocoa and that shitbird Markowitz greeting you. On the Willie you get newtons and water, on the Manhattan bridge? A shit smeared bum who wants to be murdered.
On preview, I'm following my co-worker, he seems to know what he's doing.
If what he's doing is making you walk (and there is really no good way to walk it, the straightest line is basically the access road for the BQE) an extra three miles or so then yes, he knows what he's doing. At least ask him. Maybe he doesn't mean Greenpoint.
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