At times I've been asked by people (OK, Able) as to why I don't fraternize that often with the packs of Honda civic driving thick-browed b-boys that I know from Staten Island and I genuinely don't have an answer for them (her) except for that it feels boring even when I don't want it to.
Last night I was on my way home and there were four teenage girls from the DR, one of whom was wearing a neon green halter top in my subway car. Halter top was hanging onto a pole and singing along to her iPod which is generally a Very Bad Thing that happens on the subway but this time it wasn't mostly because she actually didn't have a bad voice and she was singing my favorite song from the first CD I ever bought.
The other three, who were seated, were passing around a bottle of Hennesy. They'd offered some to halter top but she turned it down which was good because nobody on the train was going to let her have any more anyway.
They made me feel lonely, sad, and old as teenagers who aren't black, tall, and carrying lacrosse sticks tend to do or they actually do as well but that's a different story for another time. But they also made me feel nostalgic for a different train I used to ride almost ten years ago where I likely could have been listening to the same song on my Discman and swigging pretend grown up liquor (probably Alize.) That train was known to me as the party train and I rode it from Huguenot to the Nassau stop where packs of the underage and vaguely ethnic would deboard and walk three blocks to a concrete box by the Arthur Kill known as Club Cylo.
I wish I remembered more about the place other than where it was and that people were date raped there but let's be honest, I was probably blacked out and that's why we have the Internet. I happened upon a youtube that someone inexplicably felt the need to share and I appreciate that. Looks like you could smoke there and that there were simultenous "Millennium" and "Summer Sizzle" parties. Anyway, watch this and tell me, honestly, if there's a single guy here you would fuck even if they grew up to go to Baruch and quit gelling their hair.
Apr 14, 2009
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You guys are lucky you grew up around black people.
White people can't dance even when they're on designer drugs and blue liquor.
Also, because I may as well continue the conversation with myself at this point there's this other video that I, myself, also enjoyed and mostly because this one features girls who recently got back from the DR with cornrows, girls who were, like, paid to dance there and recruited straight out of South Shore Superstars dancing school, close ups of white eyeshadow, mid-dance floor adjustment of spaghetti straps, tongue kissing, etc and I think at the time the videographer was probably disappointed with the material that he shot.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wI1MMfqsDEE
I don't think it's OK for children to sell drugs to children. I just realized that. Adults too. Nobody should sell drugs to children, they should only get to do them if their parents packed them in their lunch by accident or something.
What the fuck is a triptych
kids shouldn't be allowed to do drugs because they're naturally fucked up and its not fair to waste drugs that we could be taking on kids who are already tripping their butts off for real.
and as for growing up around black people, we had our fair share of horrible white people...there used to be this place called "the spot"....some guy from the wrong side of the interstate licked my stomach there. it was probably the JLo midriff pirate shirt's fault.
the wrong side of the interstate!
i've blamed so much on my yellow velour j. lo sweat-top.
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