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From The New York Shitty Inbox: Townies Versus Newbies
An off-again, on again problem yours truly experiences is insomnia. Last night was no exception: I could not for the life of me fall asleep. Finally I gave up, grabbed a glass of milk and quietly shuffled to the computer. When I checked my email something very special awaiting me. It didn’t help me sleep at all (quite to the contrary— that’s impossible to do after laughing one’s ass off) but it is certainly worth passing along nonetheless. J writes:
I was witness to a really hilarious stoopid event last night.
I was on Bedford and N9 waiting for the B61 around 11pm, being joined by a rather large young local construction (and slightly inebriated) worker guy. He sat on the stoop by the bus stop. Above us, four hipster idiots drunk and or drugged were on the roof snickering and cackling to their own amusement/irony. One of the idiots started flicking crap off the roof at the big Polish guy. He started cursing and finally yelled at them. After a few more times, and a lit cigarette bouncing off his back, he shouted:
Motherfuck!! Fuck you asshole!
to which the girlie on the roof replied:
Fuck you you fucking Polack!
This threw the guy into a rage,
You motherfuck, I show you!
and he proceeds to start kicking the door at the top of the stoop. I went into “keep an eye on things but out of direct contact” mode I learned in BedStuy in the 80’s. He finally kicked the door in, cursing and shouting. He returns with a bicycle from inside the house and curses at the idiots on the roof:
You motherfucks I show you now I have your bike you motherfuck!
and proceeds to ride the bike down Bedford. The problem is – he kicked in the door and stole the bicycle FROM THE WRONG HOUSE. Naturally, the people of the house whose door he kicked in were pretty upset and a minute or so later half dozen of New York’s Finest showed up. The idiots on the roof of the house next door quickly disappeared. Since someone decided to rat me out as an eye witness, I gave them a basic description of the transactions between the idiots and of the guy, and let the folks in the house of the broken door know who should get talked to. Then the 61 finally showed up and I split.
This is turning out to be an interesting summer.
Indeed.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Rosenwach
Filed under: Williamsburg
Taken July 3, 2009.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: Special Iron Curtain Edition
Roebling Street
Bedford Avenue
Miss Heather
North Brooklyn Street Art Du Jour: Potpourri
Kent Avenue
Berry Street
South 3 Street
Boerum Street
Harrison Place
Grattan Street
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Domesticity Al Fresco
Filed under: Bum Shit, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture, Williamsburg
West Street
Green Street
South 5 Street
North 5 Street
North 9 Street
Norman Avenue
Judge Street
Graham Avenue
Franklin Street
RHComics (who contributed the above photograph: writes:
Unfortunately it’s time for me to move on. The 11222 offers a small variety of shack or dump and occasionally a one bedroom (with a shower in the kitchen and a toilet on a different floor) within my price range. All very tempting but I’ve reluctantly decided to return to Queens, the land of my birth.
New York Shitty will continue to be a daily read for me, unless the memories become too painful to bear. In closing here is a picture i took of a pile of shit someone left on top of a VCR Sunday morning on the corner of Newel and Norman.
This makes me sad. Inasmuch as some say the rents are falling here (and to some extent they are) the fact of the matter is they are still WAY above their fair market value. To close on related note if you want to see something that will bring you to point of tears (either via laughter or abject sadness) click here.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: The Faces Of San Giglio
Filed under: Williamsburg
Taken July 12, 2009.
Miss Heather
Reader Contribution Du Jour: Scenes From Williamsburg Walks
I’ll be perfectly honest: although I like the principle underlying Williamsburg Walks the reality is another matter altogether. I learned this the first and only time I went (last year). Too many people (and overflowing garbagecans ) for my taste. However, New York Shitty reader and frequent contributor Tony braved Bedford Avenue and sent me a number of wonderful photographs from yesterday’s festivities. The following are but only a fraction of them. Enjoy!
Great captures, Tony!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Shots From The Red Shed Garden
As the (relative) dearth of postage today probably indicates, I spent the day away from the keyboard and out enjoying this unseasonably delightful weather. Among the numerous things on my itinerary was the Red Shed Garden fundraiser and barbecue. When the Mister and I arrived the event was in full swing. While he was getting his fill of sausage from Emily’s Pork Store I took a little tour of the premises. If it is possible I’d say they have really topped themselves this year; it was lush and teeming with all manner and variety of tasty foodstuffs (and Brussels sprouts). But don’t take my word for it— see for yourself!
Any of you who are interested to learn how you can become a part of this bona fide urban oasis click here and you will be directed to the Red Shed Garden’s Yahoo group.
Miss Heather
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