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Go Go Greenpoint!
As I was coming home from doing a little grocery shopping this morning I picked up a copy of the Greenpoint Courier. Boy, am I glad I did. Not only did our former porter make it to the paper, but he got top billing to boot!
In the crime blotter, that is. Current and soon-to-be Green Street residents (you hear me out there, 110 Green?) will be pleased to know that Mr. Castano (presumably sans the aforementioned alleged “metal object”) is out of the hoosegow and has resumed loitering at the above-mentioned intersection.
It just goes to show that Greenpoint is indeed gentrifying at an alarming rate: just a few years ago we could only afford to punch people with empty fists.
P.S.: A New York Shitty reader and commenter, Donjii, just brought this gem from Metro New York to my attention.
Burning incense was singeing the bedsheets, he said. â€œThere was feces all over him, and he started fighting me”
You can always count on the good ol’ Greenpoint Hotel to keep it real in the Garden Spot!