Tag: Memorial Park Boys
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Betting On The Team
The Triple Crown consists of three big races: the Kentucky Derby, Preakness and Belmont Stakes. The races occur in Churchill Downs in Louisville, Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore and lastly, on the border of my home borough of Queens, in the Nassau county town of Elmont. Despite having the final leg of the thoroughbred race,…
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I, Myself, Am Strange And Unusual
I remember the day I found you. I couldn’t forget that day if I wanted to. You always seem to float into my thoughts as if you’re standing right behind me whispering in my ear. It took me an entire week of exploration to stumble upon you. I rode along that street, a street I couldn’t fathom how it was…
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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…
