Culture on the Cheap
New York Shitty Day Ender: 37 Days Later
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
Today was full of surprises for yours truly. For starters, I received a phone call around noon from my buddy Mitch from the Newtown Pentacle. This conversation started (more or less) as follows:
Hey, this is Mitch. Want to go for a walk?
Me: Sure, when?
Mitch: I’m outside your building.
Needless to say I tossed on some clothes and off we went. As is my habit I showed him the finer points of all things north Greenpoint. This of course included the “Fuck Me” chair. Be they college students interviewing me for their assignments, friends who have not learned the good news about the curious phenomenon or otherwise I always make it a point to show them this piece of Greenpointiana. This item is, in my humble opinion, an example of what makes my community so special.
As we approached I thought I was in for another surprise. One which was not so pleasant.
Oh my god! I… I… think it is gone, Mitch!
I exclaimed. Fortunately this turned out not to be the case. As you will see.
Here’s looking at you, kid!