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9mm handguns, 42nd street lights & the A train. Ahhhh. I LOVE NYC!!!!!

"Travel Diaries" Series

Apr 15, 2011

Yeah so, had an awesome night in the city. Decided to meet up at a bar near 42nd street as I felt like taking in some of the lights and character of its unique environment.

Enjoyed a few pints of Yuengling and a pool game.

Then, got the munchies and went for some yummy Thai food.

After a great night filled with indispensable converstation...
I decided to call it a night and take the train home.

Here I am, with one of the books I'm currently reading, "Cunt" =)
(Which, so far is very good by the way)
Relaxed, chilled as usual, waiting to arrive at my stop.

A black skinny old crackhead looking guy walks by, with a cane and a bucket waving it around begging for change. I continue to read my book.
At around 59th st...a vocal fight ensues between the guy and a white college aged looking kid. Well, I shouldn't say fight, as the only one screaming and ranting was the crackhead lookin' dude.
The white kid looked even whiter as he was obviously frightened by the raving firecracker.

I'm not sure as to what sparked the event, but all of a sudden, he reaches into his jacket pocket and whips out a gun. GREAT.

He points it straight at the guy and says, "What do you gotta say now motha fucker? Huh!?!?! What!?!!?" **please imagine and pronounce as one would without their front teeth, as this was the condition of the elderly gentlemen with the gun** =)

Then, he proceeds to wield it around the surrounding seats and at one point it's aimed right at me. I really didn't think much of it actually. The thoughts of, "Oh well" came to mind. LOL

He then places the gun back in his pocket and says, "I ain't 'bout to go to jail for a stupid motha fucker like you."

He walks down the car a bit and sits on the floor near the doors.
He remains a bit quiet, and then another man starts a conversation with him trying to calm him down and gives him some money telling him to chill out and get a drink, on him.

Then, some stupid mother fucker down the other end of the car decides to say something to provoke the guy with the gun. This world is filled with highly intelligent people, seriously. Can't you tell?

And the cane walking crackhead brings out his gun again and makes his way down to the other end where the voice came from. Aye. The train stops, everyone gets out (or should I say panicked and scatterd for the nearest exit) and ...the old man calms down again, hides the gun and remains in the corner.

I, stay on. Hey, my stops coming up and I really don't feel like getting up, out and waiting for another train. Plus, I'm enjoying my book and the surrounding entertainment in a morbidly funny sorta way.

=P

So there. I arrive at my stop. I get out, he gets out. We walk side by side up the stairs...and then off on our seperate merry ways.


Ahhh...NYC.



Gotta love it.

 


My FAVORITE handgun. Yes, I LOVE GUNS!
The Beretta 92. Italian made, how can you go wrong?!?!!?
(Bet ya liked that one huh, Mr Rick Vassanelli?!?!)
Yes, another shout out. Aren't you special?
 It came out in 1975 and was designed by Carlo Beretta, Giuseppe Mazzetti and Vittorio Valle.
Thanks guys!!!

Right after motorcycles, this is my second obsession.

How can you NOT draw a mental heart around such FINE piece of craftsmanship?

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