New York city is the kind of place that is very hard to stay even about. it is like a drug that sometimes makes you feel good and sometimes you can’t bare the side effects. but like every drug it is very hard to get off it. i was all around the city in the last 2 weeks, ( fucking freezing, by the way, i think i take back whatever i wrote about global warming a few weeks ago ), and it is quite incredible to encounter people that lived here all there life. consuming drugs for years has lethal effects. consuming a drug the size of NYC all your life is simply deadly. one can see those people in the subway, tiered, wrinkled, and are sure that the world belongs to them. surviving here for years also means they must have money, NYC is an expensive drug to have. here is a harmless dialog that occurred a few days ago-
the location- an overly packed number 1 train going downtown.
the participants- your loyal- humble funtobe, and a bitter old lady dressed from bottom to top in an horrid pink outfit, needles to mention she was wearing sunglasses in the darkness of the subway tunnel .
the story- this lady boarded the train, she spotted something that looked like an empty sit near funtobe, and she goes- ” ok, lets move it along, i want to sit “, since funtobe is a smart and caring citizen, already before she started giving orders he started to give place. well, she sat down, and all what funtobe did was to stare at her forcefully with his famous sneer without saying a word. after a few second she snapped saying- “what are you looking at?! stop making a big deal out of it…” the humble funtobe answered- “you are the one who is making a big deal out of it”. “who are you talking to?” she squeaked again. “to my self” said funtobe, “and by the way” he added, “I love the pink”…..
i don’t know what is the point of this story, but I’m sure there is one it it is even a good one.