Full Moon Over Bleecker Street

Sometimes I complain about my job and the shit that I put up with. This is not one of them. A couple of regulars walked towards the bar talking about a girl who was on the corner with her ass all hanging out and her the back of her skirt was riding on the top of her ass. From my perspective at the front door I couldn't tell. So I waited to see if she'd walk by. And as if some divine being granted my wish, here came stumbling up the block was Miss Cheek-a-popping out. 

This young chick was with a mixed group of about 10 people or so and was walking by with her ass hanging out. It was literally hanging out. And where was her skirt you might ask? It was riding up on the ridge of Mount Gluteus Maximus. Her ass was way too big for her way too little skirt and to add insult to injury she had to be held up by two friends cause she was very hammered. She was not a pretty sight. But wait, there's more.

It was bad enough that she walked by once, but as I'm outside with John she walks by a second time. As she walks past us, her big ole white ass was aglow under her panty hose for the whole of NYC to see. I yell out at her "Your ass is sticking out. Cover that ass up" as she feebly pulls the back of her skirt out. Man, someone needs to take that woman home an put her to sleep. Nice friends she has. NOT!

That ass reminds me of the time many many moons ago (no pun intended, LOL) where someone U know (who shall remain nameless) needed to pee after drinking in a club and proceeded to lift her skirt and squat in between two cars to pee. Unbeknownst to her, she flashed her big ole white ass in the direction of some Japanese tourists who were with cameras in hand taking pictures of her from the back. That was classy and priceless. But that my friends is a story for another day.

FH.

The Zing of the Week

These three ladies are walking by the far and look inside and say in abvery snooty manner "We're not going in there" to which I respond "Why not?"

One of the girls points to the world famous Bleecker Street Bar "No Clowns" sign and says "No Clowns are allowed" to which I say to her "Well I guess I wouldn't have been able to let you in anyway".

The girl stopped in her tracks astonished that anyone would say that to her. A number of regulars who were outside smoking just broke out into loud laughter.

Zing-a-zing-a-zing zing. Barump bump bump!!! I'm here all week folks, don't forget to tip your server. LOL.

FH

9/11 10 Years Later

10 years can sure fly by in the blink of an eye. Though my life has changed tremendously since the fateful day in American History simply known as 9/11, looking back on the day it seems like yesterday. Thinking of the sights, sounds and smells brings up instantaneous goosebumps. 

I don't want to make myself more important that I am with my last statements since there were many many others whose lives were changed for the worse, especially for the family and friends of those 2977 civilians, 343 FDNY, 23 NYPD. 37 PAPD and 8 private EMT's whose lives were taken. This is how I remember that day.

Being a native born New Yorker I have seen my share of events in this city be it through TV, radio and/or live including watching the original attacks on the World Trade Center during February 1993 on TV. But nothing that I knew could brace me for the events of Tuesday September 11, 2001. The irony of the matter was that I was at the World Trade Center site that day before Monday September 10, 2001. There was a vibrant shopping center/mall space there and I remember stopping off at the Borders book store purchasing a few paperback novels, a few donuts from the Krispy Kreme and taking the E train on my way to the Bronx.

I was staying at Brigette's place (at the time we were still dating) on Castle Hill Avenue. I woke up to go to work and put on NY1 to see the footage of one of the Twin Towers ablaze and wondering aloud to no one in particular if this was a commercial for a new movie. Looking back on it how naive of me was it to think so. Soon enough I realized that this wasn't a concept from the mind of a movie director but in fact real life. I changed the channels on the TV and saw different angles of the same image. I truly knew that something horrible was happening. Though the images of that day's events are crystal clear in my mind and soul, the time frame is blurred so forgive me if the series of events are convoluted. The next few events seemed to happen in rapid fire.  Little did I know how bad it was. The second plane hit the other Twin Tower. The first building hit succumbed to the structural damage it sustained in conjunction with the burning jet fuel causing it to come crashing down into itself and those who were inside an around the area. The clouds of dust and debris seemed to take a life of their own when the second building collapsed adding it's own cloud cover to the area which could be seen for miles around. The mass evacuation of survivors had begun into Staten Island, New Jersey and into the outer boroughs and other areas. For possibly the first time ever, the city that never sleeps was silent, in mourning and numb.

Two nights later I was working at Bleecker Street Bar and could smell the the remains of the WTC in the air. I can still smell the stench now. A week later we were able to enter state and federal building in downtown NYC under new security rules. Life as we knew it had changed.

To show you how much things have changed technologically, I remember walking my dog Buddy and over-hearing kids saying to themselves "I think I heard that something happened in Manhattan today". Yes kids something indeed had happened. Today not much happens in the world that we can access and find out about in the virtual blink of an eye. And here we are 10 years later in another virtual blink of an eye.

In closing this post I would like to briefly mention two people. One is my friend Lourdes Vega who worked  in the World Trade Center complex and was in one of the buildings. She was able to make her way out to safety and the chaos that was 9/11 was occurring around her. The story of how she got out and the events that unfolded around her are chilling and I won't dare go into them here since I can't do it any justice. She was able to survive and move on in life creating her own family enjoying the same freedoms that those who attacked us would try to extinguish. Nothing I can say will ease your experiences of that day. All I can say that I'm glad that you are here making the world a better place. Love ya.

The other is Frank Mancini. I went to High School with Frank and found out a few days after 9/11 that he was one of the 2977 civilians declared dead. I believe that he worked at the World Trade Center. We didn't always see things eye to eye in the good old days but you were a fun dude to hang out with at the Le Club pool hall under the El and at the strip by Astoria Park. You were taken way too fast. May You Always Rest in Peace and crack jokes and make people smile in Heaven as you did here on Earth. Love ya bro. 

May all those lives taken on that fateful day in NYC, Washington DC and in Pennsylvania Rest in Peace.

FH

Drugs Are Bad?

I'm here at the bar eavesdropping on a conversation that this group is having regarding drugs. Some of the drugs that were mentioned were Ecstacy, MDMA, Acid and Mushrooms. I have to admit that for as knowledgeable and savvy that I believe that I am, I have NO idea what drugs are about. I don't have a clue what MDMA, ecstasy and acid look like let alone know how to take it.

Now let me clarify something right off the bat: I Don't Regret Not Taking Drugs. It's not something that I really ever wanted to do. I be the first to admit that I don't like the smell of pot. The smell repels me and I can count on less than 10 fingers how many times I have smoked weed. It's just not something that I like to do. 

I do have to say, that listening to the people talk about how much of a feeling of camaraderie and enlightenment that they say they had on this drugs with others is somewhat enviable. What is certainly enviable are the feelings of creativeness that seems to reach close to home with me. As of late I seem to be suffering from a lack of creativeness that stems from a variety of reasons. To hear them say that their being on the drug gave them the feeling that a part of their imagination that has been lost was active again was amazing. That it felt as if many dormant synapses in their brain has come to life causing their brain to open up with life is intriguing.  To feel as you were as a child running around without a care in the world does indeed sound ideal. This does create a bit of conflict. What to do.

Does that mean that I'm going to run out and do a shitload of drugs? LOL. No, not at all. Like I said, they aren't something that I strive for. But as seen recently in the plot-line of the movie Limitless, if you were given the opportunity to age a pill to open up full usage of your brain, would you say no?

Just makes you wonder.

FH