Friday, November 12, 2010
Walking Home One Night
I've been living in Bed-Stuy since January, almost a year ago. First of all whoa. Second of all I've got stories that begin with "I was walking home from the train one night"
this summer as I approached my apartment on a rather chilly evening I heard someone running behind me. What was unique about the sound was the slap slap slap slap of his feet o the ground. He was running on the street, barefoot, thru Brooklyn. Crazy right? And then he passed me, stark naked. This man was not in broad daylight, but definitely visible. He passed a car full of Saturday night party-goers. And they all went crazy. If someone wrote a sketch called "naked man running" where it was a normal scene happening and then all the sudden someone streaked across the stage, people would go CRAZY.
My roommate was walking home one night while talking loudly on his Iphone. and then was was _____. OBVIOUSLY. Don't be an idiot roommate. that's like walking around counting a wad of cash. I don't want to sterotype and say white gay men are stupid, but that? that's pretty fucking stupid. Bed Stuy is not a wealthy Chicago suburb.
Carrying my equipment home from a gig one night a man stopped and said "oh! well I have to offer to help." I smiled and said thank you, I'm ok" and went on my way. And he persisted to follow, telling me "All you have to do is give me your number and I'll help you" So, I laughed and said "NO, thank you. though." so he followed and kept remarking on how heavy my things looked. You know what's funny about chivalry? It evolved a little and turned into men being assholes.
A man with a tiny arm in a business suit just walked by. I hate to even have the first instinct to remark upon it, but it exists. Because lets dace it, how often do I get to see a man with a tiny arm. unless it's in a sketch where Kristen Wiig is popping bubbles behind fred armisen, it's been programmed in my brain, tiny hand = hilarious.
this summer as I approached my apartment on a rather chilly evening I heard someone running behind me. What was unique about the sound was the slap slap slap slap of his feet o the ground. He was running on the street, barefoot, thru Brooklyn. Crazy right? And then he passed me, stark naked. This man was not in broad daylight, but definitely visible. He passed a car full of Saturday night party-goers. And they all went crazy. If someone wrote a sketch called "naked man running" where it was a normal scene happening and then all the sudden someone streaked across the stage, people would go CRAZY.
My roommate was walking home one night while talking loudly on his Iphone. and then was was _____. OBVIOUSLY. Don't be an idiot roommate. that's like walking around counting a wad of cash. I don't want to sterotype and say white gay men are stupid, but that? that's pretty fucking stupid. Bed Stuy is not a wealthy Chicago suburb.
Carrying my equipment home from a gig one night a man stopped and said "oh! well I have to offer to help." I smiled and said thank you, I'm ok" and went on my way. And he persisted to follow, telling me "All you have to do is give me your number and I'll help you" So, I laughed and said "NO, thank you. though." so he followed and kept remarking on how heavy my things looked. You know what's funny about chivalry? It evolved a little and turned into men being assholes.
A man with a tiny arm in a business suit just walked by. I hate to even have the first instinct to remark upon it, but it exists. Because lets dace it, how often do I get to see a man with a tiny arm. unless it's in a sketch where Kristen Wiig is popping bubbles behind fred armisen, it's been programmed in my brain, tiny hand = hilarious.
# posted by Captain Happy @ 10:14 AM 
