Figure this one out
I had this weird dream the other night.
I was in Staten Island, I was with a group of people I barely knew. We were like refugees or something because we were trying to go home, everytime we made an attempt, or about to something would stop us. Finally the sun was about to come up, and I was exhausted and frustrated.
I called out, “God why won’t they let me sleep, why can’t I sleep, why won’t these bastards let me sleep?”
God to my shock he answered, and sent something down and took me to where I thought was heaven. It looked like someone’s basement apartment.
He made me go to another machine, and asks “My child are you ready to go home?”
I didn’t like it, so I asked “What do you mean?
God said “To heaven, that where you wanted to go right?”
I tell God, “Dude you don’t have to kill me, I just want to go to bed.”
“Oh” he says, “Well want to watch some cartoons since your here?”
“I’m cool,” I tell him.
“You might as well you, sell TV’s for a living don’t you?” he didn’t seem mad, just surprised. Maybe no one said no to watching cartoons with the big guy before.
“I play video games for a living now God.” I told him.
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” He mused.
That’s when I woke up, and I despertly needed something to drink.
October 27th, 2005 at 6:54 pm
If I count correctly, that’s your second Staten Island reference.
How unusual.
November 5th, 2005 at 2:00 pm
Not really, I lived there for two years. I left there in March, and I do NOT want to enter the borough of the damned again.
November 10th, 2005 at 4:34 pm
That’s the typical impression with which one leaves little Staten Island.
I grew up there — and I have my complaints. But they’re never enough to make me move. (I think it’s more the low rent that keeps me there. That, and laziness.)
I hate when I learn about someone who has already come and gone — I always think: If they had only KNOWN ME! THEN THEY WOULD’VE BEEN HAPPY! THEN THEY WOULD’VE VIEWED THE ISLE AS THE JEWEL IT TRULY IS!
But, thus far, I don’t have any evidence backing up this claim.
Good luck in London!
I might have to make a list of places you have to go…
Don’t worry, that might only round out to 2-3 cheap food joints…
November 13th, 2005 at 11:53 am
There is nothing in the world that would have made me want to stay in Staten Island. I don’t care how cute the girl is, or how cheap the rent, or how scenic the garbage dumps are, my ass was gone.
Although the bagel place on Victory Boulevard, in westerleigh was pretty good. I also miss the temptation to take a bat to a few guido’s windsheilds for GPs.
And if I did know you there, and you knew me there, and we were both single, I would…..
Meet you in bay ridge or in whitehall street. I still wouldn’t have stayed.
Don’t kill yourself, I hear the Brits eat nothing but eel pie, and haggis. Most of that is based on the simpsons however, so I’ll eat McDonalds. (They were right when I went to Australia, knifey-spoony is a big sport there, I was almost booted, and my bags got rifled through quite a bit, and the prime minister does swim nude and everyone knows him.)