Thursday, December 22, 2005


I walked from home, over the Williamsburg Bridge, and ended up getting a cab up to 30th street.

Last time I crossed that bridge I was tripping on Mushrooms. This time I was drinking tea and smoking a butt.

New Yorkers walk everywhere, so it's no big deal. Ridiculous that I have to walk to get to a job that's done entirely with email, but whatever.

Any ill will I felt toward the TWU was instantly dissolved when I bought the Post. Columnist Andrea Peyser: "The 9/11 terror attacks couldn't kill his business. No, the villians threatening to rob Jay Park of his livelihood are far more treacherous, selfish, and insane. 'It's dead - dead!' Park moaned from behind the counter of the ordinarily bustling Here and Now deli in Greenwich Village."

Is she fucking insane? Oh yeah, she's a conservative columnist for the biggest rag this fine city has to offer. This is why I can't stand the conservative agenda.

Is the TWU worse than the 9/11 hijackers? I guess so. Maybe GW should swoop in and bomb the hell out of NYC.

Fuck Andrea Peyser and fuck Jay Park and the Here and Now Deli. What, did everyone move out of Greenwich Village in the last two days? Are you really telling me that a neighborhood deli is being killed by a strike that keeps people at home? Is this a joke?

No, it's Andrea Peyser, conservative. Living in an alternate universe.

The deli across the street from my job told me they are busier than usual. Every cabbie and car service driver is working hard.

Is there a huge economic impact? Sure there is. Are companies losing money? Yes.

Is the TWU worse than Al Qaeda?

Is conservatism a big joke? Yeah, but the punchline sucks.


At 11:24 AM, Blogger Tony Alva said...

Chris, it's not your fault. All this stuff, it's not your fault. No, really. It's not your fault. Chris, it's not your fault.

At 11:27 AM, Blogger Tony Alva said...

Here's something to cheer you up...

You too Misanthrope.

At 11:29 AM, Blogger Chrispy said...

Thank you, Tony.

Andrea Peyser just got me really mad.

I don't really have strong opinions regarding unions, but I don't think they Al Qaeda.

At 1:42 PM, Blogger stinkrock said...

strike's over.

Time to count the dead and look for survivors.

At 1:44 PM, Blogger Jackson said...

As the flyer said, blame the Governor, the mayor, the MTA, and Roger Waters.

At 1:45 PM, Blogger Tony Alva said...

I think Jackson swore off the Post last year with much the same fury and rage. I can't remember the issue, but it was an equally firey and entertaining parting of ways.

At 1:46 PM, Blogger Jackson said...

I'll have you know Tony, that Mr. Aiken is a consumate professional, and his hands pop like nobody's business.

"More Joy!"

At 1:58 PM, Blogger Chrispy said...

I will still buy the Post (as I do every day) because it works me into a nice liberal rage.

At 2:14 PM, Blogger hazmat said...

But the Post got me out of taking my Chemistry Regents exam in the spring of 1989. It was the last final of high school for me (my junior year, but I did early admission for college for senior year), and I was actually going to do well because Eric helped me study for it. We're in the classroom waiting and after all this commotion, someone comes in and tells us that the NY Post got a hold of the answer key to the test and put it on the front page. We had two choices: 1) take a passing grade and be done with it, or 2) take the test at the end of the summer with the summer school students. I said, "Wait, if I take the passing grade I pass and I'm out and done with high school?" Yup.

Needless to say I took the pass and went to a friend's place and got really stoned, stopping on the way, of course, to get a copy of that NY Post.

I met Jackson that fall. Where high school was the worst time of my life, that next year was probably the best year of my life up until that point.

A couple of years later I would see Tony Alva's dad sleeping on the couch with his little dog at that house in West Nyack.

At 2:34 PM, Blogger Chrispy said...

That's the Post, always trying to help.

At 2:56 PM, Blogger Jackson said...

That wasn't Tony's dad or dog. That was Tony's roomate Kevin's dad.

Tony's dad isn't a couch sleeper, or a criminal, fraudulent, creepy, free-loading goombah.

I hope P.W. did steal the old man's Dilaudid.

At 2:59 PM, Blogger hazmat said...

Ah, sorry, Tony. I wonder what couch that guy is currently sleeping on.

At 3:38 PM, Blogger Tony Alva said...

There is a good chance that the couch guy you refer to is dirt nappin' right about now.

He'd come into town when he got way far behind his gambling debts with some pipe hittin' mafia types. A real joy to be around as Jackson will atest. Last I heard of both him and his son (first my roomate, then Ted's) was a call I got at my desk at my first job down here in GA. The guy on the line was a Federal Agent looking for the two of them. They defrauded a NJ credit union out of a bunch of cash, stolen a Lincoln Town Car from a dealership in Hollywood CA, along with a bunch of other asundry criminal activities.

No, my Dad is a retired Army Col. who teaches college mathamatics at Georgia State University and kicks my ass on the golf course every other weekend.

He is the greatest man who ever lived.

At 9:57 AM, Blogger hazmat said...

Nice. I wonder what part that little dog played in all their scams.


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