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Pink Ticket
In my youth I’ve been the unlucky recipient of many criminal court summonses, more than any responsible and well adjusted young person should probably receive. Majority of the tickets were alcohol related, and the most common offense was “Open Container.” Section 10-125 (2b) – Consumption of Alcohol on Streets Prohibited. In Queens, during our formative…
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Corned Beef and Cabbage
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. It’s a big deal for me. It’s always been that way. A combined celebration, one of ancestry and heritage directly followed by my birthday. A one-two punch. I was almost named Patrick. I like Sean better. I used to go on a proper tear, I might have a touch but it’s…
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Bowery Drift
Trator always drove. It was never a question. I’m not condoning driving under the influence or even advising it, but merely stating how things were then. He loved a combustion engine. Fast cars, faster bikes. Regardless of the level of inebriation, which we just chalked it up as being fun, 98 percent of the time…
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Asian Gang Exorcism
I clearly remember walking into a kitchen in one of the nicer places I’ve resided in my life and seeing my father shirtless and drinking concurrent cups of black coffee while watching a movie on a 12 inch television with rabbit ear antennas. That was his thing. Television and black coffee. I was little, and…
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Accidental Hate Crime
The team waited at The Red Lion on Bleecker Street. We quenched our thirst waiting on RAMS and Lisa to arrive with OG Larry, a friend of a friend from Finglas. We had a little network of pals, some we had never met in person, but spoke to regularly in group chats, and all through…
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Cathal Muhe
-Queens Boulevard, 2004 He forced his very own metaphorical boulder across a boulevard associated with death. He always found it amusing to liken himself to the mythological Sisyphus, though he was no ruler of Corinth, no ruler of anything, nor was he Greek. He didn’t need Tartarus to hand out a sentence. He punished himself for the misdeeds…
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Early Retirement in Connecticut
The maximum state wide speed limit in Connecticut is 65 miles per hour, and we were a minimum of 30 miles per hour north of the limit. We were trying to make time and get to the party, although the party was already under way inside of the whip. We were celebrating Sleepy B’s birthday,…
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F 1 3 P 2
It’s that unlucky time of year again. Not really. Ah, Friday the 13th. This spooky date occurs once every 212.35 days and 1.7 times a year on average. Of unclear origin, a harbinger of bad luck to some, though I don’t suffer from triskaidekaphobia, or worry about any particular superstitions, I like black cats and…
SEAN GABLER
Middle Aged Curmudgeon. Gritty Minimalist Fiction. Self-Deprecating Non-Fiction.
SEAN GABLER 